The Empty Places
by Anna Kamienska
Let us hurry to love people
- Jan Twardowski
I didn’t manage to love anyone
even though I hurried so much
It was as if I had to love only empty places
the dangling sleeves without the embrace
the beret abandoned by the head
the armchair that also should get up and leave the room
the books no longer touched
the comb with a silver hair left in it
the cots babies outgrew
the drawers full of unnecessary things
the pipe with a chewed mouthpiece
the shoes molded to the shape of a foot
that departed barefooted
the phone-receiver where voices grew hush
I hurried so much to love
and naturally I didn’t manage
- Translated by Grazyna Drabik and David Curzon, From Astonishments: Selected Poems of Anna Kamienska
She wrote in her notebook, which is a work of art itself, "And yet, to write poems you need a touch of madness. That's why poets hold on desperately to their despairs and faults."
Maybe this goes for all writers and not just poets.
Maybe it's just a matter of making use (to refer to yesterday's post).