My contemporaries like small objects,
dried starfish that have forgotten the sea,
melancholy stopped clocks, postcards
sent from vanished cities,
Adam ZagajewskiPoems from Adam Zagajewski
Star I returned to you years later, gray and lovely city, unchanging city buried in the waters of the past. I’m no longer the student of philosophy, poetry, and curiosity, I’m not the young poet who wrote too many lines and wandered in the maze of...
Impossible Friendships For example, with someone who no longer is, who exists only in yellowed letters. Or long walks beside a stream, whose depths hold hidden porcelain cups—and the talks about philosophy with a timid student or the postman....