Transformation by Adam Zagajewski
"I’ve lived humbly, reading the paper, / pondering the riddle of power / and the reasons for obedience."
Circus by Adam Zagajewski
1. I suppose we have days of questions with no answers. 2. Last night I came across a photo of lyrics on a brick wall: I am alive, I am alive, and that is the best that I can do. Coincidentally, that
Try to Praise the Mutilated World by Adam Zagajewski
I remember how this poem was passed around from person to person during 9/11. It was profoundly moving and apt (it still is), and I remember how thankful I was that poetry exists (I still am). Try to Praise the Mutilated
About My Mother by Adam Zagajewski
It's my mother's birthday today. I still don't know what to make of this relationship. I don't know if it's because I've just grown older, or there are other things in my life now that are more important, but I
My Aunts by Adam Zagajewski
Woke up and smelled lavender. Is that you, Lolo? I suddenly remembered this poem, and oh, my heart. How I always find parts of my life tucked in poems, I'll never know. My Aunts Adam Zagajewski Translated by Clare Cavanagh Always caught up in
Balance by Adam Zagajewski
What a lovely, lovely thing to read today. Balance Adam Zagajewski Translated by Clare Cavanagh I watched the arctic landscape from above and thought of nothing, lovely nothing. I observed white canopies of clouds, vast expanses where no wolf tracks could be found. I thought about you and
Self-Portrait by Adam Zagajewski
A friend has dared me to write a poem about myself. It's unthinkable, is my first reaction. I'm not very good at this kind of introspection. Self-Portrait Adam Zagajewski Translated by Clare Cavanagh Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter half my day passes.