In his pockets treats for local dogs
He sees almost nothing now
He almost doesn’t notice trees suburban villas
He knows every stone here
I painted it all tried to paint my thoughts
And caught so little
The world still grows it grows relentlessly
And yet there is always less of it
—Adam Zagajewski (1945-2021)
(Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)
This is drawn from “True Life.”