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It’s not true that the world is an unending return
(once I lost my keys and didn’t find them and had
to change all the locks). We think
this because we are searching for similarities, after all one spring
doesn’t resemble another spring more than it does
winter. You have no right to say that you are who
you were yesterday if only because yesterday
snow fell and today it’s rain which isn’t
either sun behind the clouds or water from heaven.
Heaven, in any case, you also call heaven for lack
of a better term. For you want to be heaven yourself,
and not just the word “heaven” holding
a bright blue caterpillar for fun in your mouth.
Tadeusz Dąbrowski is a poet, essayist, and critic. He is editor of the literary bimonthly Topos and the art director of the European Poet of Freedom Festival. His book Black Square has been translated into English. He has been published in many journals in Poland and abroad, including The New Yorker, Boston Review, Agni, Ploughshares, American Poetry Review, Tin House, Harvard Review, Little Star, Crazyhorse, The Common, and Poetry Daily. He lives in Gdańsk on the Baltic Coast of Poland.
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