The Joy of Writing by Wislawa Szymborska Translated by Joanna Trzeciak
Where is the written doe headed, through these written woods?
To drink from the written spring
that copies her muzzle like carbon paper?
Why is she raising her head, does she hear something?
Perched on four legs borrowed from the truth
she pricks up her ears from under my fingertips.
Silence--even this word rustles across the page
and parts the branches
stemming from the word "woods."
Above the blank page, poised to pounce, lurk
letters, which might spell trouble,
penning sentences
from which there will be no escape.
There is, in an ink drop, a goodly supply
of hunters, eyes winked,
ready to charge down this steep pen,
circle the doe, and sight their guns.
They forget there is no life here.
Different laws, black and white, hold sway.
The blink of an eye will last as long as I want,
allowing division into little eternities
full of bullets stopped in mid-flight.
Nothing will happen forever here if I say so.
Not even a leaf will fall without my go-ahead,
nor will a blade of grass bend under the full stop of the hoof.
Then is there such a world
where I rule fate unfettered?
A time I bind with strings of signs?
Existence without end at my command?
The joy of writing.
The prospect of preserving.
Revenge of a mortal hand.
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Greetings from Masinagudi!
Also, I have some news! :) The Alipore Post got featured in LOVER! I love Sheena Dabholkar's work and aesthetics and it's just a real pleasure to be featured in her beautiful magazine.
Also, for each issue henceforth, I'm going to put together an India-centric special for LOVER as the curator of The Alipore Post. Read the first one from this collaboration here.
Also, here is my first poem to be published in a legit literary magazine: Kitaab. My first $20 through poetry.