by Adam Zagajewski<\/p>\n
The room I work in is as foursquare
\nas half a pair of dice.
\nIt holds a wooden table
\nwith a stubborn peasant’s profile,
\npouting Hapsburg lip.
\nFrom the window I see a few skinny trees,
\nwispy clouds, and toddlers,
\nalways happy and loud.
\nSometimes a windshield glints in the distance
\nor, higher up, an airplane’s silver husk.
\nClearly others aren’t wasting time
\nwhile I work, seeking adventures
\non earth or in the air.
\nThe room I work in is a camera obscura.
\nAnd what is my work–
\nwaiting motionless,
\nflipping pages, patient meditation,
\npassivities not pleasing
\nto that judge with the greedy gaze.
\nI write as slowly as if I’ll live two hundred years.
\nI seek images that don’t exist,
\nand if they do they’re crumpled and concealed
\nlike summer clothes in winter,
\nwhen frost stings the mouth.
\nI dream of perfect concentration; if I found it
\nI’d surely stop breathing.
\nMaybe it’s good I get so little done.
\nBut after all, I hear the first snow hissing,
\nthe frail melody of daylight,
\nand the city’s gloomy rumble.
\nI drink from a small spring,
\nmy thirst exceeds the ocean.<\/p>\n
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