By Wisława Szymborska
Translated from the Polish by Joanna Trzeciak
She’s been in this world for over a year,
but not everything in this world has been examined
and brought under control.
Now being probed are things
that cannot move on their own.
They need to be nudged,
moved from one place to another.
Not all of them want it: not the wardrobe,
the cupboard, the unyielding walls, the table.
But already the cloth on the stubborn table
—when firmly grasped by the hem—
reveals an urge to roam.
On the tablecloth, glasses, plates,
a creamer, spoons, a bowl
all quiver in anticipation.
what move will they make,
as they teeter on the edge:
a journey across the ceiling?
a flight around the lamp?
a leap to the windowsill, and from there to the tree?