|I’ve just read Monologue of a Dog, by Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska. I’ve loved several of her poems over recent years, but this is the first time I sat down and read an entire collection. Wow.
My favorite poem in the whole book is "Return Baggage," but it’s a melancholy one. And today’s my birthday, so I thought I’d share another favorite, something happier.
Life is the only way
to be a dog,
to tell pain
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 once
to stumble on a stone,
end up drenched in one downpour or another,
mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;
and to keep on not knowing
–Wislawa Szymborska, all rights reserved
Isn’t that gorgeous? Now I’m off for a hike in the woods with my husband to do at least some of the above things–though hopefully not mislaying my keys. I hate that.
Have a wonderful Poetry Friday, and check out the roundup at Liz in Ink!