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1 " I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean. "
― Adam Zagajewski , Without End: New and Selected Poems
2 " In my defense I haveonly silence, dew on the grass, a nightingaleamong the branches. You forgive it,its long tenure in the leaves of one aspenafter another, drops of eternity, gramsof amazement, and the sleepy complaints of the poor poets "
3 " Remember the moments when we were togetherin a white room and the curtain fluttered.Return in thought to the concert where music flared.You gathered acorns in the park in autumnand leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.Praise the mutilated worldand the gray feather a thrush lost,and the gentle light that strays and vanishesand returns.—Adam Zagajewski, from “Try to Praise the Mutilated World,” Without End: New and Selected Poems. (Straus & Giroux, LLC, 2002) "
4 " - Everything's finished.Riders gallop black horses, a tyrant composesa sentence of death with grammatical errors.Youth dissolves in a day; girls' faces freezeinto medallions, despair turns to raptureand the hard fruits of stars in the skyripen like grapes, and beauty endures, shaken, unperturbed,and God is and God dies; night returns to usin the evening, and the dawn is hoary with dew. "
