“A Lyric Talk” (Rozmowa liryczna), K.I.Gałczyński
– Tell me how you love me.
– I will.
– How then?
– I love you in the sun. And by candlelight.
I love you in a hat and a beret.
In a big wind in the street, and at the concert.
In lilacs and birches, in raspberries and maples.
And when you’re asleep. And when you work hard.
And when you crack an egg in a gentle croon –
even when you drop a spoon.
In a taxi. In a car. Without exception.
At the end of a road and at its inception.
When you do your hair with a comb.
In danger. And on carousel.
In sea. In mountains. In rain boots. And barefoots.
Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Day and night.
And in spring, when the swallow flies in.
– How do you love me in summer, then?
– Like the essence of it.
– And in autumn, when clouds and follies?
– Even when you lose your brollies.
– And when winter silvers the window frame?
– In winter I love you like a gay little flame.
Close by your heart. Cheek by jowl.
And snow outside. Crows on the snow.