trzy klatki z warszawy

is it a new country
in another world of reality 
Than Day's? 
Or did I live there
Before Day was?
I awoke
To an ordinary morning with grey light

The seasons have changed
And the light
And the weather 
And the hour 
But this is the same land. 

And I begin to know the map
And to get my bearings. 

Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope… 

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