Friday, December 9, 2011

Sky Niebo

Od tego trzeba bylo zaczac': niebo
I should have begun with this: the sky.
A window minus sill, frame and panes.
An aperture, nothing more,
but wide open.

I don't have to wait for a starry night,
I don't have to crane my neck
to get a look at it.

I've got the sky behind my back, at hand, and on my eyelids.
The sky binds me tight
and sweeps me off my feet.

Even the highest mountains
are no closer to the sky
than the deepest valleys.
There's no more of it in one place
than another.
It crushes clouds as ruthlessly
as graves.
A mole is no less in seventh heaven
than an owl spreading her wings.
The object that falls in the abyss
falls from sky to sky.

Grainy, gritty, liquid,
inflamed or volatile
patches of sky, specks of sky,
gusts and heaps of sky.
The sky is everywhere,
even in the dark beneath your skin.

I eat the sky, I excrete the sky
I'm a trap within a trap
an inhabited inhabitant,
to embrace embraced
a question answering a question.

Division into sky and earth-
it's not the proper way
to contemplate this wholeness.
It simply lets me go on living
at a more exact address
where I can be reached promptly
if I'm sought.
my identifying features
are rapture and despair.
to zachwyt i rozpaez

Wislawa Szymborska

Wising, you, dear people a wonderful weekend, x0 Ro


  1. I'm taking this poem out onto the prairie with me...thank you.

    Blessings to you, dear friend!

  2. I am a sucker for skies ....lovely poem and what a tree, bearing a moon on top of it. Have a great one! xx

  3. Love the treetop ornament (and the poem!)

  4. WOW, WOW did anyone see the lunar eclipse ?