domingo, 27 de março de 2011

A certain tree in powazki Cemetery

All memory we owe to objects
which adopt us for life and
tame us with touch, smell
and rustle. That's why it's so hard
for them to part with us: they guide us
till the end, through the world.
till the end they use us, surprised
by our coolness and the ingratitude
of that famous spinner Mnemosyne.

Piotr Sommer, New European Poets, traduzido do polaco por Hakina Janod e John Ashberry, Kevin Pruffer (eds.), Graywolf Press, 2008

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