Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska - The Poems

INCUBUS (Inkub)

On a vast Parisian bed,
beside the pillow
- not mine –
the full moon keeps me awake.
The moon
creeps in with its glare.
Under the bedspread, silver lines...
it aches to fill the empty space.
No one chases it off
or startles it here –
so it leans over me
and waits.
Light will fill my mouth soon.
- We lie as on a bier...
and, oh, my heart breathes full,
but only full of the moon...
(1929)