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Without End: New and Selected Poems
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Adam Zagajewski545 ratings, 4.36 average rating, 39 reviews
Without End Quotes
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“In my defense I have
only silence, dew on the grass, a nightingale
among the branches. You forgive it,
its long tenure in the leaves of one aspen
after another, drops of eternity, grams
of amazement, and the sleepy complaints of the poor poets”
― Without End: New and Selected Poems
only silence, dew on the grass, a nightingale
among the branches. You forgive it,
its long tenure in the leaves of one aspen
after another, drops of eternity, grams
of amazement, and the sleepy complaints of the poor poets”
― Without End: New and Selected Poems
“Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
—Adam Zagajewski, from “Try to Praise the Mutilated World,” Without End: New and Selected Poems. (Straus & Giroux, LLC, 2002)”
― Without End: New and Selected Poems
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.
—Adam Zagajewski, from “Try to Praise the Mutilated World,” Without End: New and Selected Poems. (Straus & Giroux, LLC, 2002)”
― Without End: New and Selected Poems
“- Everything's finished.
Riders gallop black horses, a tyrant composes
a sentence of death with grammatical errors.
Youth dissolves in a day; girls' faces freeze
into medallions, despair turns to rapture
and the hard fruits of stars in the sky
ripen like grapes, and beauty endures, shaken, unperturbed,
and God is and God dies; night returns to us
in the evening, and the dawn is hoary with dew.”
― Without End: New and Selected Poems
Riders gallop black horses, a tyrant composes
a sentence of death with grammatical errors.
Youth dissolves in a day; girls' faces freeze
into medallions, despair turns to rapture
and the hard fruits of stars in the sky
ripen like grapes, and beauty endures, shaken, unperturbed,
and God is and God dies; night returns to us
in the evening, and the dawn is hoary with dew.”
― Without End: New and Selected Poems
