Friday, January 13, 2012

Finale for the Week


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It has come to this: I'm sitting under a tree
beside a river
on a sunny morning.
It's an insignificant event
and won't go down in history.
It's not battles and pacts,
where motives are scrutinized,
or noteworthy tyrannicides.

And yet I'm sitting by this river, that's a fact.
And since I'm here
I must have come from somewhere,
and before that
I must have turned up in many other places,
exactly like the conquerors of nations
before setting sail.

Even a passing moment has its fertile past,
its Friday before Saturday,
its May before June.
Its horizons are no less real
than those that a marshal's field glasses might scan.

This tree is a poplar that's been rooted here for years.
The river is the Raba; it didn't spring up yesterday.
The path leading through the bushes
wasn't beaten last week.
The wind had to blow the clouds here
before it could blow them away.

And though nothing much is going on nearby,
the world is no poorer in details for that.
It's just as grounded, just as definite
as when migrating races held it captive.

Conspiracies aren't the only things shrouded in silence.
Retinues of reasons don't trail coronations alone.
Anniversaries of revolutions may roll around,
but so do oval pebbles encircling the bay.

The tapestry of circumstance is intricate and dense.
Ants stitching in the grass.
The grass sewn into the ground.
The pattern of a wave being needled by a twig.

So it happens that I am and look.
Above me a white butterfly is fluttering through the air
on wings that are its alone,
and a shadow skims through my hands
that is none other than itself, no one else's but its own.

When I see such things, I'm no longer sure
that what's important
is more important than what's not.


Wislawa Szymborska


Have a wonderfilled weekend as we remember Martin Luther King

xo Ro

10 comments:

  1. Beautiful. Wishing you a wonderful weekend. p.s. Yesterday's necklace is a beaut-you're leaves and feathers are always so incredibly life-like, so pretty!
    p.p.s. It's snowing in St. Louis today:)

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    1. Thank you Susie, Szymborska has become one of my favorites. I'm so jealous of your snow we in the driest of patterns, I'm trying to ignore it though I feel it gnawing.

      xo Have fun with the kiddos

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  2. Beautiful poem! Wishing you a peaceful weekend Ro.
    Xo's

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    1. Thank you Shannon, wishing you one too.
      xo

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  3. I love this poem...happy friday to you Ro! xx

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    1. me too Mona, hope you enjoy three days! xo

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  4. A wonderful thought provoking poem. I didn't know about her before reading your posted poems, so not long ago I purchased a book of her poems!!

    I love yesterday's pendant!! xoxoxo

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  5. Indeed Priscilla.

    I feel so lucky to have found her. A girlfriend in Poland gifted me a wonderful collection of her work translated from Polish and I bought "Monologue of a Dog" for myself as a Christmas present. My girlfriends here are collecting her books too, she's really wonderful. enjoy! xo

    Thank you, that pendant is so me :)

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