“The Old Painter on a Walk”

In his pockets treats for local dogs
He sees almost nothing now
He almost doesn’t notice trees suburban villas
He knows every stone here
I painted it all tried to paint my thoughts
And caught so little
The world still grows it grows relentlessly
And yet there is always less of it

(Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)
 

This is drawn from “True Life.”