I don’t know what will happen
To my books when I will have to move
To a nursing home. Who would want
Volumes of Polish and Russian classics
I bought over the years to recreate
What I remember of the bookshelves
Of our Warsaw apartment? Odd to
Think of them rotting in a landfill
Somewhere, providing food and
Perhaps some variety in otherwise
Boring life of the ever helpful microbes.
What is this? They would raise their eyebrows
(Though they have no such thing);
Tolstoy, I think we have tasted him
Once sixty generations back;
But this? Slowacki; I don't think
We have ever had the pleasure
Of meeting this prolific fellow;
Call all the cousins, they won't want to miss it.
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