Ida – przekład Agnieszka Judd (USA)

What to do with a coat

Nobody will fasten

A doll that children’s hands will not be holding

A lonely photograph

With nameless people

That will not remind of anyone

Glasses that will not fix the eyesight

Music that is locked in black records

 

There were so many of them

In little gestures

Repeated every morning

Old drapes blown away by the wind

Scarred wounds

Wrapped with wild plantain

Covered with dust