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And see, O stranger from another shore as you unearth these whitened bones - with all our battles ages cold - my skeleton and in its grasp the emblem of my fatherland. concluding lines from Baczyński's Wiatr (1943), Śpiew z Pożogi, 1947. Translation © 2026 Jurek Kirakowski