Travels: POLAND

The vari-painted cornfields like a quilt,
The silver of the rye, the whetfields’ gilt;
Where amber trefoil, buck-wheat white as snow,
And clover with her maiden blushes grow,
And all is girdled with a grassy band
Of green, whereon the silent peear trees stand.

(“Pan Tadeusz” by Adam Mickiewicz)