Closing thoughts on the holiday

I recently received this from a friend. I think it's worth passing on. Good-bye to 2005, and welcome to 2006.

A poem by thePolish poet, Wislawa Szymborska (translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh), printed in The New Yorker on 12/5/05, entitled “A Note”:


Life is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings;


to be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain
from everything it’s not;

to squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance
to remember for a moment
a conversation held
with the lamp switched off;

and if only once
to stumble on a stone,
end up soaked in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass;
and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;

and to keep on not knowing
something important.