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, .