Staszek, my old friend, <br />from all the prisons of the earth <br />I come back to you <br />in a flight of poetry. <br /> <br />Darkness strangles my flight, <br />forces it down and knocks it to the ground. <br />Pick it up carefully, Staszek, <br />like a body thrown to the pavement.<br /><br />Tadeusz Borowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dedication-45/
