Monday, April 23, 2012

April is still Poetry Month

Some bright flowers are nice on a morning that is gray and damp -- much needed actually as we're in a bit of a drought.  It will green the grasses a great deal.  Here is a poem by Waslawa Szmborska, the Polish  Nobel laureate who died this past February.

A NOTE

Live 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;

Or tell pain
from everything it's not;

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

3 comments:

rraine said...

thank you so much for this post. szmborska is one of my favorites, and i mourn her passing.
i've been writing a poem a day for poetry month. most will NOT see the light of day, because they're terrible.
this poem reminds me that there is always possibility.

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

"dawdle in views" -- I like those words -- barbara

June Calender said...

rraine, good for you, it's okay if you only get one good poem in a month. I was challenged to do that last April and I am still writing a "poem" every night --maybe 4 or 5, over the more than a year now, are actual poems but it's a good mental exercise.

Thanks,Barbara, Szymborska produces these gems. Love it.