They Carry a Promise, a volume of poems selected from the work of the Polish master Janusz Szuber and translated by Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough, is the first opportunity for English-speaking readers to experience his elegant and rigorous work. Szuber, who has published eighteen collections in his native country, was born in 1947 and lives in the old city of Sanok.
About a Boy Stirring Jam
A wooden spoon for stirring jam,
Dripping sweet tar, while in the pan
Plum magma’s bubbles blather.
For someone who can’t grasp the whole
There’s salvation in the remembered detail.
What, back then, did I know about that?
The real, hard as a diamond,
Was to happen in the indefinable
Future, and everything seemed
Only a sign of what was to come. How naïve.
Now I know inattention is an unforgivable sin
And each particle of time has an ultimate dimension.
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Love this poem. I adore authors who play with their words and sounds. Great read to start the day, thanks.
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This is a great and delicious poem to the ear and the
heart.
I love poems that entertain and teach at the same time.
They stimulate the synapses of the nervous system.
I love the image of the hot jam. Color and taste enter into
the poem, that gives it a physicality and a concrete reality.
Sometimes inattention is the price we pay for survival
Only death is unforgivable
inattention has it’s rewards
when speculation remembers
the buried detail
the rewards are in the mystery
of the future
yes inattention is forgivable
if you can bestow that greatest
of miracles forgiveness
when in the reckoning
we add up our losses and gains
inattention ranks high
but can be given a pass.
Loved poem also. I’d end it, tho, with next to last line. Last line too abstract, only one that is. It seems to work against the idea of the poem, that the glory lies in the little details and beauties of life. Does anybody else feel that way? Sue
Not only do I agree with Sue, but I’d go one step further and omit the last two lines. A poem should show, not tell.
I thoroughly enjoyed this unique perspective on stirring Jam.
It’s great.