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Small Blue Poem About Compassion

Small Blue Poem About Compassion

Published Jan 29, 2024 Updated Jan 29, 2024 Culture
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Small Blue Poem About Compassion

 

For Zsuzsa Magyari’s exhibit titled LA DI DA

 

I would like to assure the trees

of my compassion,

for spending their lives

standing around in a daze,

 

the snow,

in its long game of moving

along blue velvet fields.

 

And the lilies of the valley,

who are born to remember

the present,

 

fragranced,

 

incessantly saying

that

actually, everything is okay.

 

I would like to assure the sea snapper

of my compassion,

which lies

washed ashore

in the rain

 

and is not happy.

 

The message I have is try not to not laugh

when you hear the question:

 

which is heavier

 

to free yourself from,

a hundred kilos of iron,

or a hundred kilos of feathers,

 

just think of the coziness

of sinking.

 

I would like to assure my face

of my compassion,

although we

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