Poem by Adam Zagajewski

I was recently reminded of this poem, which was circulated in an email right after 9/11, and which really hit the spot.

While in Vermont this weekend, hanging out with my parents, I discovered that Adam Zagajewski has put out a new volume of collected poetry, and that I like lots of his other poems, too.

Fruit

by Adam Zagajewski

How unattainable life is, it only reveals

its features in memory,

in nonexistence. How unattainable

afternoons, ripe, tumultuous, leaves

bursting with sap; swollen fruit, the rustling

silks of women who pass on the other

side of the street, and the shouts of the boys

leaving school. Unattainable. The simplest

apple inscrutable, round.

The crowns of trees shake in warm

currents of air. Unattainable distant mountains.

Intangible rainbows. Huge cliffs of clouds

flowing slowly through the sky. The sumtuous,

unattainable afternoon. My life,

swirling, unattainable, free.

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~ by realsupergirl on August 6, 2006.

One Response to “Poem by Adam Zagajewski”

  1. Ahhhhh! That’s a really great poem… love it every time I read it. I’ll have to look up the anthology!

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