Two texts came to my memory, far distant from each other in time and demography, still united by their magical beauty. First I quote “Testament” by oustanding Polish poet Konstanty Idelfons Galczynski:
“When my little heart one day cracks
Remember me sometimes nicely
That there was such a guy from the Moon
My pen to the Vistula
My ashes to the four winds
My heart to the postal box” (for communication)
The second one is an inscription from a Viking’s gravestone in a style strangely “cool” and modern:
“He is born in the North
In the South he fed the eagles
He died in the East”
Issue 116 March April 2010