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A Note

Life is the only way

to get covered in leaves, 

catch your breath on the sand, 

rise on wings; 

to be a dog, 

or stroke its warm fur; 

to tell pain 

from everything it’s not; 

to squeeze inside events, 

dawdle in views, 

to seek the least of all possible mistakes. 

An extraordinary chance 

to remember for a moment 

a conversation held 

with the lamp switched off; 

and if only once 

to stumble upon a stone, 

end up soaked in one downpour or another, 

mislay your keys in the grass; 

and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; 

and to keep on not knowing 

something important. 

Nobel Prize winner Wislawa Szymborska passed away yesterday, at 88 years old.

(Source: hmhpoetry, via poetfire)