but i don't believe in this world either
if it's not penetrated by light
i believe in the body of a woman
hit by a car on the street
i believe in bodies
stopped in a rush
in mid-gesture in reaching out
as if something long awaited
was just about to happen
as if in a minute
meaning was to raise up
its index finger
i believe in the blind eye
in the deaf ear
in the lame leg
in the wrinkle on the forehead
in the red flush on a cheek
i believe in bodies lying
in the trust of sleep
in the patience of old age
in the frailty of the unborn
i believe in a hair of the dead
left on a brown beret
...
i don't believe in this world
empty
like a railway station in the morning
when all the trains have left
for the other world
the world is one
especially when it wakes up covered in
dew
and god walks among the bushes
of animal and human dreams'
/ passage from 'the other world' by anna kamienska, polish poet/writer
