I haven't written a single poem
I've lived humbly, reading the paper,
pondering the riddle of power
and the reasons for obedience.
I've watched sunsets
I've heard birds grow quiet
and night's muteness.
I've seen sunflowers dangling
their heads at dusk, as if a careless hangman
had gone strolling through the gardens.
September's sweet dust gathered
on the windowsill and lizards
hid in the bends of walls.
I've taken long walks,
craving one thing only:
-Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh
from the current issue of World Literature Today, which features Zagajewski, the 2004 Neustadt Laureate.