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paradise

Island where all becomes clear.

Solid ground beneath your feet.

The only roads are those that offer access.

Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.

The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
The Valley of Obviously.

If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

~Wislawa Szymborska~
Poems New and Collected



Doesn’t this poem nearly compel you to read it a second time and slowly?
It sure does for me.  I just received six new books of poems!  This one
was the second one in the pile that I picked up to peruse and I could
not put it down.  I knew I had to share this poem today and I’m so
grateful for this forum in which to share it.  I think I shall tell my husband
this is what I want for Mother’s Day: every book of poems she has ever
written.  By the way, she is a winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature
and this particular book of poems was rated “best book of the year”
by the Los Angeles Times.  She gets my own personal best new poet
I found award!   And how much do I love: the Lake of Deep Conviction,
where truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.  I was
pretty deeply convinced I knew it all at age 14 and I’d have to say that
truth has broken free and bobbed to the surface more than a time or two
to prove that I know not very much at all.   And I love the humility in being
reminded of that.

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