Jak okiem sięgnąć panuje tu chwila.
Jedna z tych ziemskich chwil
proszonych, żeby trwały.
[…]It’s nine-thirty local time.
Everything’s in its place and in polite agreement.
In the valley a little brook cast as a little brook.
A path in the role of a path from always to ever.
Woods disguised as woods alive without end,
and above them birds in flight play birds in flight.
This moment reigns as far as the eye can reach.
One of those earthly moments
invited to linger. W. Szymborska
fot. A. Bober