A Note

[yay_nipple_yay]

Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;

to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain
from everything it's not;

to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;

and if only

Comments

[whenwegetthere]

This is the first time I've encountered this poem, and I have to say, I've yet to encounter a Szymborska poem that doesn't appeal to me. Ganda!