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  • Writer's pictureTimothy S. Colman

Same as it always was...a poem by Adam Zagajewski



Blossoms in spring light @ Green Lake Seattle by Tim Colman


We don't know who we are.


We are lost in the forest, and the black stars


move lazily above us as if they were 


only our dream.



But still, the second angel mumbled shyly,


there's always a little joy, and even beauty


 lies close at hand, beneath the bark


 of every hour, in the quiet heart of concentration,


 and another person hides in each of us -


 universal, strong, invincible.

 ...

Memory lives in the ocean, in galloping blood,


in black, burnt stones, in poems,


and in every quiet conversation.


The world is the same as it always was,


full of shadows and anticipation.


from Three Angels


 translated by Clare Cavanagh


via The Beauty We Love

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