Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy

Poetry Time -

Here is another from the New Yorker.


by Adam Zagajewski

I watch William Blake, who spotted angels

every day in treetops

and met God on the staircase

of his little house and found light in grimy alleys—


Blake, who died

singing gleefully

in a London thronged

with streetwalkers, admirals, and miracles,


William Blake, engraver, who labored

and lived in poverty but not despair,

who received burning signs

from the sea and from the starry sky,


who never lost hope, since hope

was always born anew like breath,

I see those who walked like him on graying streets,

headed toward the dawn’s rosy orchid.


(Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)


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