Recognized as the second greatest of the Romantic Polish poets, after Mickiewicz, he lived a short life in Poland-Lithuania and later in France.
The furies torment me, Orfeus,
They tell me to renounce reason
So I will fly in the skies - like Perseus,
And beauty - from the purest white waters,
At dawn's pale rosy light - will spring
And let me - quench my thirst - I'm burning -
There Parnassus - now and again something in darkness lights
Those ... silvery olive trees' white bark
Dressing them in golden armor. - O witches,
If you are in this forest setting red
Fires - show me the threads
Of life - if the strand's spun
With my tears - pain - lonely torment,
My heart's epileptic leaps -
Is near the end -