My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if Im mistaken, after all. Please, dont be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second. My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first. Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home. Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger. I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths. I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m. Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time. Pardon me, deserts, that I dont rush to you bearing a spoonful of water. And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage, your gaze always fixed on the same point in space, forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed. My apologies to the felled tree for the tables four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers. Truth, please dont pay me much attention. Dignity, please be magnanimous. Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train. Soul, dont take offense that Ive only got you now and then. My apologies to everything that I cant be everywhere at once. My apologies to everyone that I cant be each woman and each man. I know I wont be justified as long as I live, since I myself stand in my own way. Dont bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words, then labor heavily so that they may seem light. Wislawa Szymborska
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 21:00:01 +0000