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Fave poem

When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own LJ.


When I was on a high school trip to the City, I was looking through a book store (Chapters, I think), looking for a new poetry book. Then I found "Looking through a Grain of Sand" by Wislawa Szymborska, a polish poet. She won the 1996 Nobel Prize for Literature. And, it turns out, the poem I found was one that I really felt a chord being strummed within me. It did change me... from my thought, feelings, and even internet handle names! Heck, I even performed this piece at a Performance Arts Festival back in high school.

And I just realised how "froo-froo" I'm starting to sound. *rolls eyes* Enjoy, if you want.



Soliloquy for Cassandra
- Wislawa Szymborska

Here I am, Cassandra.
And this is my city under ashes.
And these are my prophet's staff and ribbons.
And this is my head full of doubts.

It's true, I am triumphant.
My prophetic words burn like fire in the sky.
Only unacknowledged prophets
are privy to such prospects.
Only those who got off on the wrong foot,
whose predictions turned to fact so quickly
it's as if they'd never lived.

I remember it so clearly--
how people, seeing me, would break off in mid-word.
Laughter died.
Lovers' hands unclasped.
Children ran to their mothers.
I didn't even know their short-lived names.
And that song about a little green leaf--
no one ever finished it near me.

I loved them.
But I loved them haughtily.
From heights beyond life.
From the future. Where it's always empty
and nothing is easier than seeing death.
I'm sorry that my voice was hard.
Look down on yourselves from the stars, I cried,
look down on yourselves from the stars.
They heard me and lowered their eyes.

They lived within life.
Pierced by that great wind.
Condemned.
Trapped from birth in departing bodies.
But in them they bore a moist hope,
a flame fuelled by its own flickering.
They really knew what a moment means,
Oh any moment, any one at all
Before--

It turns out I was right.
But nothing has come of it.
And this is my robe, slightly singed.
And this is my prophet's junk.
And this is my twisted face.
A face that didn't know it could be beautiful.

Comments

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(Anonymous)
Oct. 18th, 2004 11:04 am (UTC)
Did you do this vaudville style? Not to lessen it, just a funny image in my mind, you know you in black and white doing slapstick...maybe I need a nap.

dreamfilled
Oct. 18th, 2004 02:50 pm (UTC)
*raises an eyebrow* Mayhaps you do....
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