Poem of the Month ~ October 2008

The will to praise this mutilated world is not about non-action or resignation. Rather, it reflects a compassion choice to encounter the rawness of What Is. Such crazy wisdom moves the heart, stoking the fires of love, justice, and right action. Try praise, try loving yourself and our world, mutilated and whole. Love mightily!  --Krayna

Try to Praise the Mutilated World

Try to praise the mutilated world.

Remember June’s long days,

and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.

The nettles that methodically overgrow

the abandoned homesteads of exiles.

You must praise the mutilated world.

You watched the stylish yachts and ships;

one of them had a long trip ahead of it,

while salty oblivion awaited others.

You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,

you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.

You should praise the mutilated world.

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.

 by Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh, from Without End

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