Wislawa Szymborska Quote

Psalm How leaky are the borders of man-made states!How many clouds float over them scot-free,how much desert sand sifts from country to country,how many mountain pebbles roll onto foreign turfin provocative leaps! Need I cite each and every bird as it flies,or alights, as now, on the lowered gate?Even if be a sparrow—its tail is abroad,Though its beak is still home. As if that weren’t enough—it keeps fidgeting! Out of countless insects I will single out the ant,who, between the guard’s left and right boots,feels unobliged to answer questions of origin and destination. If only this whole mess could be seen at once in detailon every continent!Isn’t that a privet on the opposite banksmuggling its hundred-thousandth leaf across the river?Who else but the squid, brazenly long-armed,would violate the sacred territorial waters.? How can we speak of any semblance of orderwhen we can’t rearrange the starsto know which one shines for whom? Not to mention the reprehensible spreading of fog!Or the dusting of the steppe over its entire rangeas though it weren’t split in two!Or voices carried over accommodating air waves:summoning squeals and suggestive gurgles!