Day 11: 2012 Poetry - a jar of words blog

Came across a wonderful blog which has absolutely nothing to do with painting but then, what's the internet for, if not to find wonderful sites that make you enjoy something you wouldn't normally take the time for.  I came across this woman's site and just fell in love with the theme:  Poetry and a Jar of Words

Posted by K.C. Bishop in her blog.

Clouds by Wisława Szymborska

Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh.

I’d have to be really quick
to describe clouds -
a split second’s enough
for them to start being something else.

Their trademark:
they don’t repeat a single
shape, shade, pose, arrangement.

Unburdened by memory of any kind,
they float easily over the facts.

What on earth could they bear witness to?
They scatter whenever something happens.

Compared to clouds,
life rests on solid ground,
practically permanent, almost eternal.

Next to clouds
even a stone seems like a brother,
someone you can trust,
while they’re just distant, flighty cousins.

Let people exist if they want,
and then die, one after another:
clouds simply don't care
what they're up to
down there.

And so their haughty fleet
cruises smoothly over your whole life
and mine, still incomplete.

They aren't obliged to vanish when we're gone.
They don't have to be seen while sailing on.

1 comment:

  1. Love the poetry on clouds! What character they have!