Poem for the times “I owe so muchto those I don’t love.The relief as I agreethat someone else needs them more.The happiness that I’m not the wolf to their sheep.The peace I feel with them,the freedom -love can neither givenor take that.I don’t wait for them,as in window-to-door-and-back.Almost as patient as a sundial, I understandwhat love can’t,and forgive as love never would.From a rendezvous to a letteris just a few days or weeks, not an eternity. Trips with them always go smoothly,concerts are heard,cathedrals visited, scenery is seen.And when seven hills and riverscome between us,the hills and riverscan be found on any map.They deserve the creditif I live in three dimensions,in nonlyrical and nonrhetorical spacewith a genuine, shifting horizon.They themselves don’t realizehow much they hold in their empty hands.”I don’t owe them a thing,”would be love’s answerto this open question” — Wislawa Szymborska, Thank-You Note, View with a Grain of Sand Jess WedelJune 14, 2019Wislawa Szymborska, Poetry, Relationships1 Comment Facebook0 Twitter LinkedIn0 Reddit Tumblr Pinterest0 0 Likes