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In Verona

Over the house of Capulet and Montague,
Moved by thunder, rinsed by rain,
The gentle eye of heaven blue –

Looks upon the ruins of the hostile forts,
Over shattered garden gates,
And hurls a star from on high –

This tear is for Juliet, every cypress says,
And for Romeo – from beyond our planet
It falls and soaks the graves,

While people say, and they’re men of learning:
These are not tears but stones,
And – for them… no one is waiting!

Norwid, Poems, transl. D. Borchardt, A. Brajerska-Mazur, Archipelage Books, New York 2011, p. 23.