"Duckweed" as Hyperlink
Or madeleine. Coming across the word in another text, I inadvertently "clicked" on it and within a fraction of a second I was at the edge of Leopold Staff's green-covered pond. My only version comes from Milosz's The History of Polish Literature (and, because I find nothing in the text to say otherwise, I assume the translation is by Milosz himself): Duckweed In an old, deserted park I stood at a pond Covered with the thick fur of duckweed. Thinking That the water here had once been transparent And that it ought to be so now. With a dry twig picked up off the ground I began to rake away the green patina And conduct it to the outlet. I was found at this activity By a quiet wise man Whose brow was incised by thought, And he said with a gentle smile Of condescending reproach: "Don't you regret wasting the time? Every moment is a drop of eternity, Life is the twinkling in eternity's eye. There are so many matters of the utmost imp...