Białoszewski (1922-83). Here's a timely one to celebrate the return of our staircase at 82nd St. It cheers me up. How about you?
A Ballad of Going Down to the Store
First I went down to the street
by means of the stairs,
just imagine it
by means of the stairs.
Then people known to people unknown
passed me by and I passed them by
That you did not see
how people walk,
I entered a complete store:
lamps of glass were glowing.
I saw somebody - he sat down -
and what did I hear? what did I hear?
rustling of bags and human talk.
(transl. Czeslaw Milosz)