The Word - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
Have you noticed? I don’t talk about it
As if this word disappeared from my dictionary.
And I don’t utter it though I can list
Many similar words in my vocabulary.
Have you noticed? You needn’t it at all.
You can go without it as if nothing happened.
It’s something important I never call,
It’s something significant I’ve never mentioned.
Have you noticed? This word has its own shape;
It’s like the world, and like the sun, and like the cosmos.
And it smells of woods and a spring landscape,
And it’s plain like my heart, and devoid of pathos…
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