View With a Grain of Sand (Wislawa Szymborska)

as time goes by, credits Camilo180989

We call it a grain of sand,
but it calls itself neither grain nor sand.
It does just fine, without a name,
whether general, particular,
permanent, passing,
incorrect, or apt.

Our glance, our touch means nothing to it.
It doesn’t feel itself seen and touched.
And that it fell on the windowsill
is only our experience, not its.
For it, it is not different from falling on anything else
with no assurance that it has finished falling
or that it is falling still.

The window has a wonderful view of a lake,
but the view doesn’t view itself.
It exists in this world
colorless, shapeless,
soundless, odorless, and painless.

The lake’s floor exists floorlessly,
and its shore exists shorelessly.
The water feels itself neither wet nor dry
and its waves to themselves are neither singular nor plural.
They splash deaf to their own noise
on pebbles neither large nor small.

And all this beheath a sky by nature skyless
in which the sun sets without setting at all
and hides without hiding behind an unminding cloud.
The wind ruffles it, its only reason being
that it blows.

A second passes.
A second second.
A third.
But they’re three seconds only for us.

Time has passed like courier with urgent news.
But that’s just our simile.
The character is inverted, his hasts is make believe,
his news inhuman.


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2 risposte a “View With a Grain of Sand (Wislawa Szymborska)

  1. I totally agree with you! I really like your interpretation of this post…you’ve got exactly what I would like to say!

    I cannot give a specific answer to your questions, even the philosophers can’t, but..

    I can say that art and poetry can help us to live better our life.

    That’s why I found an ethic sense in the beauty of this poem, as well as in the aesthetic of the picture. In other words, this post gave me a specific meaning for my day.

    We have to be honest, I think, and reading the poem trying to apply in on our everyday live it is almost impossible! But we can try to feel it. Letting the meaning of the poetry and of the image get inside us, even if only for a moment….

    It will change a small part of us. We will not realize it immediately, but day by day.
    I do believe it.

    Keep on searching the valuing (almost invisible) details. It will work!

  2. So beautifully pictured subjectivity of life is what makes every one of us so unique. We look at the view, but what we experience and see is our own interpretation; we see through our own perspective, valuing details that others wouldn’t even notice. Isn’t that why life is so wonderful? Why art is is so interesting? We can even apply that poem to our lives; what we experience is often different to what people think we do when they look at us-because life is s’flat’; it’s our personalities that make it what it is. Therefore, we can actually mould our life as we like, because it’s all up to us.
    Don’t you think so? x

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