When I emerged from my bed after having been under the weather, pushed down by a mean virus, I discovered that one of the (unopened) library books in my stack had been requested and could not be renewed, so I must return it. Well, I had that much strength, but I would put off the errand until I had at least browsed that book, a collection of poems I had read about on Orientikate’s blog. They are by Adam Zagajewski, a Polish poet born in 1945. I did find several poems to love, but it was his voice coming through that somehow soothed me as I scanned poems about time and history, darkness and light. I could hear its timbre in spite of my headache and fogged brain.
I returned the book, Mysticism for Beginners, translated by Clare Cavanagh, c. 1997, but not before I had copied the selection below. I’m glad I have other volumes of his work that I was able to renew, to nourish me in my recuperation. I found this paragraph about him on the Poetry Foundation site:
“His view is a counterpoint to the current fashion of irony, which he decries. ‘I adore irony as a part of our rich rhetorical and mental apparatus, but not when it assumes the position of a spiritual guidance,’ he said. ‘How to cure it? I wish I knew. The danger is that we live in a world where there’s irony on one side and fundamentalism (religious, political) on the other. Between them the space is rather small, but it’s my space.’”
MOMENT
In the Romanesque church round stones
that ground down so many prayers and generations
kept humble silence and shadows slept in the apse
like bats in winter furs.
We went out. The pale sun shone,
tinny music tinkled softly
from a car, two jays
studied us, humans,
threads of longing dangled in the air.
The present moment is shameless,
taking its foolish liberties
beside the wall
of this tired old shrine,
awaiting the millions of years to come,
future wars, geological eras,
cease-fires, treaties, changes in climate —
this moment — what is it — just
a mosquito, a fly, a speck, a scrap of breath,
and yet it’s taken over everywhere,
entering the timid grass,
inhabiting stems and genes,
the pupils of our eyes.
This moment, mortal as you or I,
was full of boundless, senseless,
silly joy, as if it knew
something we didn’t.
-Adam Zagajewski
Gladsome Lights 
Thanks for this. I’m going to the library now to find him. Hope you are feeling better. I am, after reading the poem. Its meaning is something you have reflected on before, especially with regard to W.S. Merwin’s last book, which I am now praying with in my way. Better health to you moment by moment.
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I hope you are better. It sure knocked Ron for a loop. I hope you get lots of rest. So sorry you didn’t get to keep the book.
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I hope you are feeling better soon! 🙂
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I love your beautiful, intelligent spirit. I don’t always get to read every post because I have no internet in my home, but I read when I can, and I love when I do. This poem is stunning. So truly lovely.
I hope you are feeling better. I have been unwell, too. . . for days.
Blessings to you!
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I’m sorry you were not well. Hopefully you will feel completely better very soon.
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What a glorious description of a moment! So fleeting! I love the poet’s words. Sorry about the book needing to be renewed! This happened to me at Uni also crucially when I had a deadline!!
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I liked this poem a lot. It puts things in perspective when we have been concentrating too much on life’s cares. 😉
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How lucky to be laid up with Zagajewski’s poetry, if not with you, then resonating still! I have the ‘World Without End’ collection out of the library presently and am using it as Lenten medicine! I can commend wholeheartedly his wonderful memoir, too (‘Slight Exaggeration’, it’s called). I’m not a great re-reader, but am looking forward to my second go-round with it. Hope you are soon restored to full vigor. Peace be upon your rest.
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Very beautiful poetry! It sounds like you know what to do when you’re sick. 😉
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What a beautiful poem! I’m going to look up his memoir mentioned by orientikate . . . hope you are growing stronger and healthier every day. A very fruitful rest of the Lenten Season to you.
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I love “this present moment…has taken over everywhere…….” Yes. The power of the present moment, and none of us values it, throwing away millions, billions during a lifetime…
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