They say she died in a dream, propping her cheek with her fist. Poetess, human rights activist, underground, martyr. A friend in life and a sister in poetry, a heroic woman, a great citizen of her native country, and also - France, and also - her beloved Poland, and also the cities of Prague, whose freedom she went to protect on August 25, 1968 on Red Square. We were introduced by Brodsky, whom we were friends then well.