Here is one: “Try to praise the mutilated world” by Polish poet Adam Zagajewski:<\/p>\n
Remember June\u2019s long days,
\nand wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
\nThe nettles that methodically overgrow
\nthe abandoned homesteads of exiles.
\nYou must praise the mutilated world.
\nYou watched the stylish yachts and ships;
\none of them had a long trip ahead of it,
\nwhile salty oblivion awaited others.
\nYou\u2019ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
\nyou\u2019ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
\nYou should praise the mutilated world.
\nRemember the moments when we were together
\nin a white room and the curtain fluttered.
\nReturn in thought to the concert where music flared.
\nYou gathered acorns in the park in autumn
\nand leaves eddied over the earth\u2019s scars.
\nPraise the mutilated world
\nand the gray feather a thrush lost,
\nand the gentle light that strays and vanishes
\nand returns.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n