J,Kasprowicz - Kopce siana po łąkach.docx

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Kopce siana po łąkach…                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Kopce siana po łąkach,                                                                                                                                            Gdzieś w głębi lśnią wierchów garby -                                                                                                                słońce się rozzuchwala,                                                                                                                                            Iskrzące sieje skarby.                                                                                                                                                          Pod stromym huczy urwiskiem                                                                                                                              Dunajec, wieczysta rzeka,                                                                                                                              Ciemne go świerki strzegą,                                                                                                                              On z szumem od świerków ucieka.                                                                                                  W samo południe, w godzinie                                                                                                                              Skąpane w rozżarach złota,                                                                                                                              Staje nad brzegiem potoku                                                                                                                              Samotna ludzka tęsknota.                                                                                                                                            Więżącą porzuca izbę,                                                                                                                                            Powieki zmęczone przetrze,                                                                                                                              Piersiami pełnymi chłonie                                                                                                                              Przewonne, ciepłe powietrze.                                                                                                                Ku dalom rwie się bezkresnym,                                                                                                                              W błękitów gubi się toni                                                                      ...