Thursday, September 27, 2012

you should praise

It must be time to read this poem again.  Do I not drag it out every fall, as the flowers begin to decline?

Try to Praise the Mutilated World

Adam Zagajewski

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.

I praise the zinnias, whose colours deepen even as they decline.

And I praise all those bits of web and fluff that cling to what yet blooms.

I praise the tiny yellow flowers, that persist and glow.

And I praise the ornamental cabbage that comes on late, surprising and full.


  1. I am interpreting every read entry with all senses. my soul is starting shyly singing, and world is simply becoming beautiful.

    I am greeting from Poland!

    1. what a lovely comment Monika! thanks for visiting.

  2. Oh what a beautifully calm place! Your photographs are wonderful. I'm not sure how I got here - I think I found you on flickr and then ended up here.

    1. so glad you found me : ) and thank you, indeed!


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