When Streets Pulsate with Prodigality | final version
translated poem:
(IPOGS, Walls) gdy ulice tętnią rozrzutnością
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Wiesława Bień
when stretts pulsate with prodigality
the crippled man holds out his hand
for his "to be or not to be"
you go past him
as you do not know Hamlet
the crippled man holds out his hand
for his "to be or not to be"
you go past him
as you do not know Hamlet
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