Utopia
I use the name Seeking Clarity because it is a very honest name. It feels like I am always seeking some clarity. I first read Wislawa Szymborska a few months ago and feel in love with the beauty of her poetry. If writing is about showing readers a new reality, a look through another curtain, then Szymbokska is just perfect. I chanced upon this poem, 'Utopia', a while ago. And I wanted to share it with you because of its perfect juxtaposition. Szymborska provides me with the clarity I seek by telling me it is absolutely unattainable. I hope you like it as much as I do.
UTOPIA
Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.
The only roads are those that offer access.
Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.
The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immemorial.
The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple,
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.
The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.
If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.
Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.
On the right a cave where Meaning lies.
On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.
Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.
For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.
As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.
Into unfathomable life.
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