This reminds me of a beautiful Romanian poem: "The death of the Deer"
Here is the approximate English translation:


The sun, melted down on the earth, left behind
An empty, exhausted, blistering sky.
The buckets come up from the fountains all dry
More and more, over the woods fires, fires
Dance above savage demoniac pyres.

I follow my father through the bushes uphill,
The fir-trees scrape me, withered up and evil,
Together, we start the deer hunting quest,
The hunting of hunger in the Carpathian forest.

Thirst ruins me. The thin string of water
Drip, drop, from the spout is sizzling on stone
My temple is throbbing. I walk on another
Enormous and heavy, strange planet alone.

We wait in a place where,
from strings of calm waves,
The streams still resound.
When the sun will be set,
When the moon will rise, round
One by one, in a line, up here,
They will come to drink, the deer.

I say: "Father, I'm thirsty!" He hushes me at once
Bemusing water, how clearly you glow!
I'm tied by thirst to the soul meant to die

At an hour forbidden by custom and by law
The valley rustles with a withered hiss
Crosswise the sky, a dire twilight lit the clouds
and far, above the cliff, blood drips.
My chest is red, as if wiped my hands of blood on it.
With bluish flames through ferns, as in dream
Astounded stars begin to gleam

Sacrifice of my woods, oh, beautiful prey,
How I wish you did not come, how I pray!
She bounces lightly then she stops
And looks with caution through the grass
Her slender nostrils stirred the water
In circles shimmering like brass

A hazy fear glared deep inside her eyes
I knew that she would suffer; I knew that she would die,
As she stood there, still, she was the sheer
Myth of the maid embodied in a deer.

White cherry flowers high above her
The moon was sifting on her fur
Oh, how I wish, oh, how I pray,
My father's gun to miss its prey

The valleys roared

Knelt, in the stream
She raised her head as in a dream,
She watched the sky, the moon, the stars
Then fell
and water gleamed with scars

A blue bird rushed, in a tree, unknown
The deer's life has softly flown
Crying like birds when they depart
And their fall migration start.

I went to close her eyes, below
So sadly laid her antlers shadow
I started livid when, suddenly, offbeat,
My father screeched with joy:
"Meat, we have meat!"

I say "Father, I'm thirsty!"
He nods that I may drink
Bemusing water, how sullenly you glow!
I feel tied by thirst to the soul that died
At an hour forbidden by custom and by law...

But our laws are useless and dead
When our life hangs up on a thread
And custom, law and pity are quickly gone
When sis' is sick and hungry at home

The smoke comes out of my father's gun
The leafage in flocks starts to run!
My father kindles a terrible fire
The wood seems now darker and higher!

I pick up from the grass, as in a dream,
A tiny bell with silver gleam,
My father, from the spit rends with his nails
The deer's heart and her entrails

You, heart? I'm hungry!
I want to live, I wish, although...
Forgive mee deer, forgive me virgin-doe!
I'm tired. How tall is now the fire!
The woods, how deep!

I cry. What does my father think?

I eat and cry!

I eat!

   I see my whole portfolio is on http://dekorowalnia.pl and http://www.blog.artivia.pl. (same ID numbers) As a test, I deactivated one of my files on DP and now when I click on the same file at dekorowalnia and artivia, I get an error message. I sent DP another email about these two sites but no response yet.