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Self-Portrait

by Adam Zagajewski

Between the computer, a pencil, and a typewriter
half my day passes. One day it will be half a century.
I live in strange cities and sometimes talk
with strangers about matters strange to me.
I listen to music a lot: Bach, Mahler, Chopin, Shostakovich.
I see three elements in music: weakness, power, and pain.
The fourth has no name.
I read poets, living and dead, who teach me
tenacity, faith, and pride. I try to understand
the great philosophers--but usually catch just
scraps of their precious thoughts.
I like to take long walks on Paris streets
and watch my fellow creatures, quickened by envy,
anger, desire; to trace a silver coin
passing from hand to hand as it slowly
loses its round shape (the emperor's profile is erased).
Beside me trees expressing nothing
but a green, indifferent perfection.
Black birds pace the fields,
waiting patiently like Spanish widows.
I'm no longer young, but someone else is always older.
I like deep sleep, when I cease to exist,
and fast bike rides on country roads when poplars and houses
dissolve like cumuli on sunny days.
Sometimes in museums the paintings speak to me
and irony suddenly vanishes.
I love gazing at my wife's face.
Every Sunday I call my father.
Every other week I meet with friends,
thus proving my fidelity.
My country freed itself from one evil. I wish
another liberation would follow.
Could I help in this? I don't know.
I'm truly not a child of the ocean,
as Antonio Machado wrote about himself,
but a child of air, mint and cello
and not all the ways of the high world
cross paths with the life that--so far--
belongs to me.


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  Translations for this Poem
 English  Spanish  French  German
 Italian  Portuguese  Korean  Russian
 Chinese  Japanese    
 

  Poems by Adam Zagajewski
  1. Dont Allow The Lucid Moment To Dis
  2. Fire
  3. My Aunts
  4. Self-Portrait
  5. Try To Praise The Mutilated World
  6. Vermeers Little Girl
 
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  A.R. Ammons 
  A.S.J. Tessimond 
  Abraham Cowley 
  Adam Zagajewski 
  Adrienne Rich 
  Ai 
  Alan Dugan 
  Alan Seeger 
  Alden Nowlan 
  Alexander Pope 
  Alfred Lord Tennyson 
  Alfred Noyes 
  Algernon Swinburne 
  Alice Duer Miller 
  Alice Walker 
  Allen Ginsberg 
  Amy Clampitt 
  Amy Lowell 
  Andrew Marvell 
  Andrew Paterson 
  Anna Akhmatova 
  Anne Bradstreet 
  Anne Carson 
  Anne Sexton 
  Annie Dillard 
  Anthony Hecht 
  Antonio Machado 
  Archibald MacLeish 
  Arthur Hugh Clough 
  Audre Lorde 
  Austin Clarke 
 

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