'TRY TO PRAISE THE MUTILATED WORLD' -A POEM BY ADAM ZAGAJEWSKI !

'TRY TO PRAISE THE MUTILATED WORLD'
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Try to praise the mutilated
world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of
wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically
overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of
exiles.
You must praise the mutilated
world.
You watched the stylish yachts
and ships;
one of them had a long trip
ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited
others.
You’ve seen the refugees
heading nowhere,
You’ve heard the executioners
sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated
world.
Remember the moments when
we were together
in a white room and the curtain
fluttered.
Return in thought to the
concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park
in autumn
and leaves eddied over the
earth's scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feathers a thrush
lost,
and the gentle light that strays
and vanishes
and returns.



Adam Zagajewski.