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           He came home. Said nothing.
           Though it was clear something unpleasant had happened.
           He lay down in his suit.
           Put his head under the blanket.
           Drew up his knees.
           He's about forty, but not at this moment.
           He exists - but only as in her mother's belly
           seven layers deep, in protective darkness.
           Tomorrow he will give a lecture on homeostasis
           in megagalactic cosmonautics.
           For now he's curled up, fallen asleep.
                                                      
		by Wislawa Szymborska - 1972 
             (trans. by M.Krynski and A. Maguire)
                

                    Tro+? ve^`

           Ve^` nha` cha(?ng no'i na(ng chi
        Ro~ ra`ng kho' chi.u ddie^`u gi` xa?y ra
           Na(`m la(n nguye^n a'o qua^`n la`
        Ru'c dda^`u du+o+'i ddo^'ng cha(n ma` so ddo
           Na(`m o^m dda^`u go^'i qua('p co
        Tu+' tua^`n tra.c tuo^?i, kho^ng do lu'c na`y
           Tu+.a na(`m trong bu.ng me. da^`y
        Ba?y la^`n da vo+'i to^'i dda^`y cho+? che
           Nga`y mai gia?ng vu~ tru. ve^`
        Tha'i thie^n ha` the^? no^.i be^` o^?n sinh
           Gio+` dda^y cuo^.n la^'y tha^n hi`nh
        Thie^'p ddi mo^.t gia^'c nguye^n trinh say no^`ng

                      DDo^ng A di.ch


Chu' thi'ch:
* homeostasis : tra.ng tha'i tie^'n to+'i the^? tu+o+ng ddo^'i
  o^?n ddi.nh no^.i ta.i ba(`ng ca'c qua' tri`nh sinh ly'.