In August 2011 I posted this short poem by Polish poet Anna Kamienska (translated by Tomasz P. Krzeszowski and Desmond Graham on my blog. Now and then--like the last couple days--I'd come back to this space and wait for silence to prevail.
Every silence must be carried through towards death
so that it is immortal
And every smile and tear and glance
must be detached from what is fragile and finite
Even an oak leaf cannot for ever be happy on a branch
even a dove is not for ever on a window sill
What flies away will come back
what stays will sing
Silence is the memento after everything
faithful as it were not silence after love
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