Daily Poem: Troubles with the Soul at Morning Calisthenics ~ Anna Swir
Today’s poem has a bit of humor, and also an important question.
Troubles with the Soul at Morning Calisthenics
~ Anna Swir
Translated from Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan
Lying down I lift my legs,
my soul by mistake jumps into my legs.
This is not convenient for her,
besides, she must branch,
for the legs are two.
When I stand on my head
my soul sinks down to my head.
She is then in her place.
But how long can you stand on your head,
especially if you do not know
how to stand on your head.
