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Hello, This is a great Szymborska poem! She is the master of profundity and simplicity. I actually wrote an entire album of pop/rock music loosely based on her poetry. Check it out at www.cdbaby.com/cd/CloserOcean. Kevin

Commonplace miracle:
that so many commonplace miracles happen.

An ordinary miracle:
in the dead of night
the barking of invisible dogs.

One miracle out of many:
a small, airy cloud
yet it can block a large and heavy moon.

Several miracles in one:
an alder tree reflected in the water,
and that it’s backwards left to right
and that it grows there, crown down
and never reaches the bottom,
even though the water is shallow.

An everyday miracle:
winds weak to moderate
turning gusty in storms.

First among equal miracles:
cows are cows.

Second to none:
just this orchard
from just that seed.

A miracle without a cape and top hat:
scattering white doves.

A miracle, for what else could you call it:
today the sun rose at three-fourteen
and will set at eight-o-one.

A miracle, less surprising than it should be:
even though the hand has fewer than six fingers,
it still has more than four.

A miracle, just take a look around:
the world is everywhere.

An additional miracle, as everything is additional:
the unthinkable
is thinkable.

 

“Miracle fair” by Wislawa Szymborska (b. 1923), English version by Joanna Trzeciak; found at http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/

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9 responses »

  1. “just take a look around:
    the world is everywhere.”

    Very nice lines!

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  2. oh I love miracles….and to think that they are all around us, everyday! Gotta love it!

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  3. Without the miracle of the Internet
    And of Peter’s Blog
    What are the chances of my ever reading this Polish Poet?

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  4. Every breath, every smile, every tear. Love.

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  5. Checking out Wislawa on Google, I’m fascinated. Imagine, a Pole, brought up in a tiny village, Bnin/Kornik – current population 40 – so small it doesn’t actually show on Google: just an arrow in an interminable expanse of fields – part of the old German-speaking Austro-Hungarian Empire. Living through the Nazi era. Followed by the Soviets. Yet she became a Nobel Prize winner!

    Not surprizingly her poetry is described:”Hers is a very grim poetry…a comparison with the despairing vision of Samuel Beckett and Philip Larkin suggests itself. Yet, in contrast to them Szymborska offers a world where one can breathe.”

    I can only imagine what her life must have been like. A miracle? Just to have survived …?

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    • Thanks for digging up this background information, Malcolm. I doubt it’s a “miracle” as hundreds of thousands (of us) survived and thrived … and now serve the next generation by sharing our gifts.

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  6. Hello, This is a great Szymborska poem! She is the master of profundity and simplicity. I actually wrote an entire album of pop/rock music loosely based on her poetry. Check it out!

    http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/CloserOcean

    -Kevin

    Reply

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