Cervix Is Open And Low What Does This Mean?

Farewell of a landscape, a poem by Wislawa Szymborska

Farewell
landscape
do not blame the spring
arrives again.
I'm not complaining as it meets every year

their obligations.


understand that my sorrow will not stop the grass. If the stems hesitate

be only by the wind.


hurts me not to the groves of alder
recover its murmur.


I acknowledge that, like you're living,
the shore of a lake is as beautiful as
era.


no hard feelings from view by the sight of a bay
dazzling.


I can even imagine that others, not us,

now seated on the birch down. Respect


right to laugh, and stay happy
whisper quiet.


guess even the love that unites
and he hugs her
with arms full of life.

something new, like a trill
begins to gurgle among the reeds.

sincerely wish to be heard.


I do not demand any change of the waves to shore,
light or lazy, but never obedient
. Nothing
ask
to waters near the forest, sometimes
emerald, sapphire
sometimes, sometimes black
.

One thing I do not accept. Back
there.

waive the privilege of presence. I've survived


enough to remember from a distance. Wislawa Szymborska


version Gerardo Beltrán

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