Photo-Artistry Sunset by kenne
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
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 going 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 feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
— Adam Zagajewski
There is comfort in this poem. Thankyou.
The photo is abstract art at its finest.
I wanted to enhance the image without overpowering what was already there.
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Posted August 13, 2018, Zagajewski passed away on March 21, 2021. The poet Robert Pinsky wrote that his poems are “about the presence of the past in ordinary life: history not as a chronicle of the dead, or an anima to be illuminated by some doctrine, but as an immense, sometimes subtle force inhering in what people see and feel every day—and in the ways, we see and feel.” — kenne