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Paderewski
Chicago: February sixth, 1916
Let the sun weep and the moon shed tears-
A sun god is ravaged,
Poland dying, and cold.
"We saw babies sucking beet roots,
Wrapped in rags;
Starvation, ruin, mould."
Let great elegance weep, fierceness and pride:
There, in front of Poland's flag,
Paderewski, passionate, cold.
And the light flamed of Poland's years.
And Chopin from her crags-
A clear proud story told.
Let the sun weep and the moon his bride:
Great art is ravaged,
Poland desolate and cold.
THE MOON
Like a pale and full-blown lily of the waters,
White petals fraught with immortal delicacy,
Slightly resting on tremulous azure waters, .