Tagged as Milosz, Poetry
Written on 2012-03-01 00:25:47
Should start hacking more. Or posting about hacks? Haven't been writing anything terribly interesting lately though. Lots of config updates, work stuff, odds and ends. Little of substance. So in lieu of that, some soul nourishing poetry. Been reading more Milosz lately; Second Space, in particular. There are several really lovely pieces, here's one:A Stay
My stay in that city was like a dream
And the dream lasted for years.
I was, in fact, not interested in anything
So long as I heard a voice dictating verses.
And in that way I invented a life,
And thus my destiny was being fulfilled.
Some people believed I was theirs,
So they put trust in my disguises.
I reproach myself for that,
For I wanted to be different,
Trustworthy, brave, noble-minded.
Later on I would only say: why reach so high?
I am and will be lame,
Which is no one's concern.