Poem of the day

The Adult Services Dept. is posting a new poem every day in the lobby during the month of August. So far, the poems have been personal favorites of one of the librarians, but we're interested in hearing from you, if you have a poem to suggest. Share your poems with us and other library devotees by sending your suggestion(s) to ask@stratfordlibrary.org.

Here's today's poem, by Nobelist Czeslaw Milosz.

Encounter We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road. One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive, Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love, where are they, where are they going The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles. I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.