Adam Zagajewski

I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.

Time takes life away_x000D_ and gives us memory, gold with flame,_x000D_ black with embers.

Human life and objects and trees vibrate with mysterious meanings, which can be deciphered like cuneiform writing. There exists a meaning, hidden from day to day, but accessible in moments of greatest attentiveness, in those moments when consciousness loves the world.