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May 22, 2010
May is the kindest month
Poland in May, May in Poland - what's not to love.
Especially the branches of lilac sold on every street corner - the fragrance intoxicatingly divine and my favourite for as long as I've been alive. "Breeding lilacs out of the dead land; mixing memory and desire" as T.S.Eliot remarked of April, applies here too, only a month later, and without any implications of cruelty..
"And I think to myself that this country of mine - melancholy, mediocre, beautiful and hopeless, despairing and painfully banal, sublime and comic, gray as a mouse, drab as rain, and melancholically ordinary - once a year, at this very time, is accorded something like grace, and all its sins are cleansed."
I found this sentence in an essay by a Polish writer Stasiuk, and although he was writing of autumn, I'll think instead of May, and say Amen.
Posted by Marzena at May 22, 2010 09:13 PM