Saturday, February 18, 2012

on clouds

I'd have to be really quick
to describe clouds-
a split second's enough
for them to start being something else.

Their trademark:
they don't repeat a single
shape, shade, pose, arrangement.

Unburdened by memory of any kind,
they float easily over the facts.

What on earth could they bear witness to?
They scatter whenever something happens.

Compared to clouds,
life rests on solid ground,
practically permanent, almost eternal.

Next to clouds
even a stone seems like a brother,
someone you can trust,
while they're just distant, flighty cousins.

Let people exist if they want,
and then die, one after another:
clouds simply don't care
what they're up to down there.

And so their haughty fleet
cruises over your whole life
and mine, still incomplete.

They aren't obliged to vanish when we're gone.
They don't have to be seen while sailing on.

Clouds (Chmury) by Wislawa Szymborska

a poem for you for the weekend..xo Ro


  1. Thanks, Ro! I like this. I especially like:

    "clouds simply don't care
    what they're up to down there."

    Enjoy the rest of your weekend :o).

  2. Off to ride my bike under a thick layer of chmury but they don't care...

    I hope you're enjoying too!


  3. I've just reserved a number of Wislawa Szymborska's books from our local library, based on the poems you've posted here. I've always been terribly impatient when it comes to poetry (I'm sure my English instructor--and now dearest friend (ha!)--dearly wanted to give me a P grade...for philistine!) but I think I might already be a little bit in love with Szymborska's work. Just beautiful.

  4. You have such a beautiful perception regarding clouds...I just lost in your words to the great extent...such a nice collection!!!