Adam Zagajewski Poems
|4.||Vermeer's Little Girl||1/13/2003|
|8.||Don'T Allow The Lucid Moment To Dissolve||1/13/2003|
|9.||Try To Praise The Mutilated World||1/13/2003|
Try To Praise The Mutilated World
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 ...