Stanislaw Tarnowski, Baltic to Tatras, sonnets — I. The Sigh of the Baltic
“ When sad like a homesickness, volatile like a dreams From amber coasts winds will fly to you And will crash with a groan of rocky Tatras Will you recognize in them our sighs for you? When somewhere from the dark spruce a little bird chirp Let in his complaint our homesickness will come to you: When the streams [1] three-days' drizzly weather floods you You know that it's for you shed our tears! ”
Stanislaw Tarnowski, Baltic to Tatras, sonnets — II. The road to Malborg
“ Who in a whirl of combat and the confusion of the feels Though both sails and and masts will lose He did not release a spark onto ship of life. An attack won't break him, a betrayal will not overthrow. ”
Stanislaw Tarnowski, Baltic to Tatras, sonnets — V. On the sea…
“ And crown of the flames above them does not burns If the volcano more fiery than the heat of Vesuvius Boils and boils over in the men's secret depths of bosom Wouldn't a woman's soul ignite from him...? ”
