Saturday, 23 May 2015

Saturday poetry

If I had to tell what the world is for me
I would take a hamster or a hedgehog or a mole
and place him in a theater seat one evening
and, bringing my ear close to his humid snout,
would listen to what he says about the spotlights,
sounds of the music, and movements of the dance. 

Czesław Miłosz, "Throughout our lands"

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