The Song about Forest
"As I wanderd the forest The green leaves among I heard a wild flower Singing a song" ~ William Blake They've come into the night throat of the forest in almost ritual concentration, in impeccable, surgically cut awareness for what they are going there. When she was looking at the sky arborizing opulently with syncretions of stars and branches, it's become clear, that the forest just opened its eyes and will be watching. On the way, they passed through scintillant irides of animals, frightening some birds, what's almost driven her to heart attack. "Night forest grows like a lakes murmur" - fear in her was unfolding as one with a poem coiling until now like a snail under that stone choking her chest, the dark path unfurled into meander ahead of them. She read it for the first time in her grammar school, winning the anthology of polish poetry as the price for third place in a competition for a carnival costume. Her mother had no time to make her princess, ...