I love to swim in the sea, which keepstalking to itselfin the monotone of a vagabondwho no longer recalls exactly how long he's been on the road. Swimming is like prayer:palms join and part,join and part,almost without end.--from "On Swimming"Without End
Powerful New work by a modern master.You must listen, listen, listen.Tired springs breathe under water.At four in the morningthe last, lonely bolt of lightningscribbles something quickly in the sky.It says "No." Or "Never."Or "Take courage, the fire's not
For the past twenty-five years, North Point Press has been working with Edward Snow, “Rilke’s best contemporary translator” (Brian Phillips, The New Republic), to bring into English Rilke’s major poetic works. The Poetry of Rilke—the single most
The highway became the Red Sea.
We moved through the storm like a sheer valley.
You drove; I looked at you with love.
—from "Storm"
One of the most gifted and readable poets of his time, Adam Zagajewski is proving to be a contemp
