ANECDOTE OF RAIN

by Adam Zagajewski

I was strolling under the tents of trees
and raindrops occasionally reached me
as though asking:
Is your desire to suffer,
to sob?

Soft air,
wet leaves;
–the scent was spring, the scent sorrow

 

translated by Renata Gorczynski, Benjamin Ivry, and C.K. Williams

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