Julian Przybos Horizon

Maybe a cloud from the bowels of the sea will carry to the horizon
This land - like a storm, detained in flight.

I wait, while the two shafts will bring her near by a double blow.

The man's foot has not yet set foot here.
Are these persons people or lumps?
The wind has been blowing since the beginning of creation.
I will take this island under footsteps and repeat it with my hands,
I will allow the universe in a new way,
At once.
Oh, raise, hands up that air line of mountains,
To become them,
To make those mountains two
Torsoed over his head.