A Note

A Note

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 once
to stumble upon a stone,
end up soaked 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
something important.

~ Wislawa Szymborska ~

( from Monologue of a Dog, translated by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh)


  1. That's beautiful. And really, just what I needed to hear today. Thanks for sharing it. ;o)

    I also wanted to stop by and say thank you for your encouragement with my writing. I so appreciate your kindness.

  2. I really loved this poem. I think I had read it before, but hadn't remembered it.You are welcome for the comments. All of us need cheerleaders in our writing lives.


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