Good Morning Dear David, Thank you for Wednesday, look what I found today for you, she is one of my favorite poet, I love her poetry and she won Nobel prize(1996) too. Wislawa Szymborska Poland (1923 – 2012) This is her poem, I hope you like too,
The Camel
Don’t tell a camel about need and want.
Look at the big lips
pursed
in perpetual kiss,
the dangerous lashes
of a born coquette.
The camel is an animal
grateful for less.
It keeps to itself
the hidden spring choked with grass,
the sharpest thorn
on the sweetest stalk.
When a voice was heard crying in the wilderness,
when God spoke
from the burning bush,
the camel was the only animal
to answer back.
Dune on stilts,
it leans into the long horizon,
bloodhounding
the secret caches of watermelon
brought forth like manna
from the sand.
It will bear no false gods
before it:
not the trader
who cinches its hump
with rope,
nor the tourist.
It has a clear sense of its place in the world:
after water and watermelon,
heat and light,
silence and science,
it is the last great hope.
by Wislawa Szymborska
English version by Joanna Trzeciak
Original Language Polish
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MY buddy Caleb!! Early morning smile … “Photo: Carlos Leret. Sahara, Merzouga, Morocco (via Unsplash).”
I see one isn’t following… never mind, Caleb. The less, the better! 😉
HHD, Dave!
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Laughing. So good. HHD Marina.
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😉🎵🐫
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Wow! The colour of that sundrenched sand. Love it.
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Yes! Amazing isn’t it Darlene!
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Vivid! Vibrant!
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Yes! Yes!
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marathon
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That it is!
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Good Morning Dear David, Thank you for Wednesday, look what I found today for you, she is one of my favorite poet, I love her poetry and she won Nobel prize(1996) too. Wislawa Szymborska Poland (1923 – 2012) This is her poem, I hope you like too,
The Camel
Don’t tell a camel about need and want.
Look at the big lips
pursed
in perpetual kiss,
the dangerous lashes
of a born coquette.
The camel is an animal
grateful for less.
It keeps to itself
the hidden spring choked with grass,
the sharpest thorn
on the sweetest stalk.
When a voice was heard crying in the wilderness,
when God spoke
from the burning bush,
the camel was the only animal
to answer back.
Dune on stilts,
it leans into the long horizon,
bloodhounding
the secret caches of watermelon
brought forth like manna
from the sand.
It will bear no false gods
before it:
not the trader
who cinches its hump
with rope,
nor the tourist.
It has a clear sense of its place in the world:
after water and watermelon,
heat and light,
silence and science,
it is the last great hope.
by Wislawa Szymborska
English version by Joanna Trzeciak
Original Language Polish
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What a terrific camel poem. I can visualize the ‘Queen of the Desert’ just reading the lines. 🐫🔥🌞
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Me too! And yes, a great poem.
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Wow Nia. I’m a big fan of Wislawa Szumborska. Such a great poem. Thanks for sharing.
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OMG, this is breathtaking…. it looks so hot too – I start hyperventilating just seeing that 🔥 burnt sand!
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I know, right?!?!
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I broke out in a sweat just looking at this photo…
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Laughing. And no steps!
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Time for some sunscreen for Caleb and friends…
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Sure is!
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MY buddy Caleb!! Early morning smile … “Photo: Carlos Leret. Sahara, Merzouga, Morocco (via Unsplash).”
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Some water would be good.
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VERY good!
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All I have in mind is: “You can go your own waaaaay….. go your own way!”
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Way Way Away!
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Surreal
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It is!
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God must be upset. After smoothing out the desert and these wise guys are tracking over HIS WORK.
-Alan
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Laughing. Very good.
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