Psalm I Don’t Know by Tadeusz Nowak

To Zosia

I don’t know I just don’t know about the grass
I will sing to you about it
as long as black ponies
don’t eat their fill before the dawn
of water I know that it flows
hazily through all melodies
until you dream my cherry
of cherry after cherry

I don’t know I just don’t know about fear
I will protect you against it
until my elbows stiffen
and my knuckles turn white
of crows I know that they peck
at bones of frozen turds
until the first leaf
arrives by plain-clothed post secret dispatch

I don’t know I just don’t know about poppies
I will build you a house in them
where through five mirrors
three hundred sixty doorknobs enter
of mirrors I know they look
with a face once know to us
and that spiders catch it
in an ever finer net each morning

I don’t know I just don’t know about heaven
maybe it’s a trap maybe
ringing partridges
bent bell-life fields of grain
but I know everything about the gate
as I go out on the road
please don’t stand by it
when the road lies before me

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