fot. A. Bober
Cyprian Kamil Norwid
Mischance, ferocious, shaggy, fixed its look
On man, gazed at him, deathly grey,
And waited for the time it knew he took
To turn away.
But man, who is an artist measuring
The angle of his model’s elbow joint,
Returned that look and made the churlish thing
Serve his aesthetic point.
Mischance, the brawny, when the dust had cleared