A Note
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Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;
to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain
from everything it’s not;
to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.
An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;
and if only once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,
mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
something important.
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from Monologue of a Dog
translated by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh
sub rosa 
such beautiful words; “and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; / and to keep on not knowing / something important.”
AND, such a beautiful portrait!
YES!
🙂
Actually there are lots of great portrait pictures of her, she looks so sweet & funny, also as old.
I added your blog to my Poetry Paper http://paper.li/f-1366374001
nice!
do you tweet? @brainypoet
no, sorry!
Thank you for the great poem by Wislawa!
Thank you for visiting!
I love this – what a find!
I love it too! Now I will read my way through the rest of her work –