So much world all at once - how it rustles and bustles!
Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels,
the flame the flamingo the flounder the feather -
how to line them all up, how to put them together?
All the thickets and crickets the creepers the creeks!
The beeches the leeches alone could take weeks.
Chinchillas, gorillas and sarsaparillas -
thanks, but all this excess of your kindness could kill us.
Where's the jar for burgeoning burdock, brooks' babble,
rooks' squabble, snakes' squiggle, abundance, and trouble?
How to plug up the gold mines and pin down the fox,
how to cope with the lynx, bobolinks, streptococks!
Take dioxide: a lightweight, but mighty in deeds;
what about octopodes, what about centipedes?
I could look into prices, but I don't have the nerve:
These are products I can't dream about, don't deserve.
Isn't sunset a little too much for two eyes
that, who knows, may not open to see the sun rise?
I'm just passing through, it's a five-minute stop.
I won't catch what is distant; what's too close, I'll mix up.
While trying to plumb what the void's inner sense is,
I'm bound to pass by the poppies and pansies.
What a loss when you think how much effort was spent
perfecting this petal this pistil this scent
for the one-time appearance, which is all they're allowed,
so aloofly precise and so fragilely proud.
Happy weekend all, xo Ro
Birthday by; Wislaya Szymborska