A POEM OF THE POLISH POET,ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI !

'IN STRANGE TOWNS'
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for Zbigniew Herbert
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In strange towns there is an
unknown joy,
the cold bliss of a new glance.
Yellow-plastered tenements
where the sun
climbs like a nimble spider
exist, yet not for me. Not for me
are the town-hall,
port, jail, and courthouse built.
The sea flows through the town
in a salty
tide, sinking cellars and verandas.
At a street market, pyramids of
apples
stand for the eternity of one
afternoon.
And even suffering isn’t really
mine; a local idiot mumbles
in a foreign tongue, and the
despair of a lonely
girl in a café resembles a patch
of canvas in a poorly lit museum.
Huge flags of trees flutter as in
familiar places,
and pieces of the same lead-
weights
are sewn to the hems of sheets,
and to dreams,
and to imagination, which is
homeless and wild.
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By- Adam Zagajewski. (1989).

Translated by Renata Gorczynski
and Benjamin Ivry

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