welcome to the miracle fair!

C.M. -> commonplace miracles or as i'd like to call them, reminders(yet another indication of lack of imagination and creativity as well as a limited vocabulary). reminders of speechless wonder, seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary blessings, the natural symphony of things and so many other wonderful,wonderful things we forget or overlook. i was reading through one of my friends's blogs and i read bits of some poems she liked that i liked, so much in fact that i searched for it over the whole worldwide web because i don't have the book(but will soon!). some of my searches were unsuccessful (for now) but i will find a copy of those poems while others yielded positive results.or should i say one?
so anyway, here's miracle#1: i found a copy of Wislawa Szymborska's 'Miracle Fair' which was one of the poems my friend mentioned and now, i am an even bigger Szymborska fan. the poem is nothing short of a miracle in itself - it is deceptively simple, common with small, everyday words yet masterfully combined and forged by perceptive insights that leave one awestruck and dumbfounded.i enjoyed reading it so much i sent it out to my friends.this will go down to my list of poems i wish i could write...

Miracle Fair
by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA
"Commonplace miracle:
that so many commonplace miracles happen.

An ordinary miracle:
the dead of night
the barking of invisible dogs.

One miracle out of many:
a small, airy cloud
yet it can block a large and heavy moon.

Several miracles in one:
an alder tree refected in the water,
and that it's backwards left to right
and that it grows there, crown down
and never reaches the bottom,
even though the water is shallow.

An everyday miracle:
winds weak to moderate
turning gusty in storms.

First among equal miracles:
cows are cows.

Second to none:
just this orchard
from just that seed.

A miracle without a cape and top hat:
scattering white doves.

A miracle, for what else could you call it:
today the sun rose at three-fourteen
and set at eight-o-one.

A miracle, less surprising than it should be:
even though the hand has fewer than six fingers,
it still has more than four.

A miracle, just take a look around:
the world is everywhere.

An additional miracle, as everything is additional:
the unthinkable
is thinkable."


miracle#2: i found the poem in another blog. from what i've learned about him(the owner) so far, he's from the states and he also writes. he came up with this project of reading up one work of each nobel laureate of literature from the start to teh present(although i'm not sure if his reading list follows in the same chronological order). szymborska was awarded in 1996(in my mind, i can figure her liek a grandmother dressed in an oversized, colorful duster) and he read up on her book Miracle Fair.i left him a message telling him i found the project interesting and wished him luck.i'm thinking up on having my own reading project(yet another proof of my lack of originality).his entries are mostly about the books he read, some lines he liked and his thoughts about them.i think i might have found another blog to haunt everyday and another possible model for my writing and reading exercises.talk about miracles.i really think i'm having a miracle fair today.:)