Beyond a field, a wood and a second field,
The expanse of water, a white mirror, glitters.
And the golden lowland of the earth
Bathes in the sea, a half-sunken tulip.
Father tells us that this is Europe.
On sunny days you can see it all clearly.
Now it is smoking after many floods,
A home for people, dogs, cats, and horses.
The bright towers of cities shine there,
Streams intertwine their silver threads,
And the moons of mountains are visible in spots,
Something like goose feathers scattered on the ground.
Cseslaw Milosz Ocalenie (Rescue) 1945