IN THE BEAUTY CREATED BY OTHERS

por Adam Zagajewski

Only in the beauty created
by others is there consolation,
in the music of others and in other’s poems.
Only others save us,
even though solitude tastes like
opium. The others are not hell,
if you see them early, with their
foreheads pure, cleansed by dreams.
That is why I wonder what
word should be used, “he” or “you.” Every “he”
is a betrayal of a certain “you” but
in return someone else’s poem
offers the fidelity of a sober dialogue.

[Obrigada, Marco Antonio e Dr. Fausto]