The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests <br />Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne, <br />Has in no way diminished my amazement. <br />A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety? <br />What is magpiety? I shall never achieve <br />A magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flight <br />That always renews just when coming down, <br />And so I shall never comprehend magpiety. <br />If however magpiety does not exist <br />My nature does not exist either. <br />Who would have guessed that, centuries later, <br />I would invent the question of universals?<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magpiety/
