Patience: Patience it is music unfolding slowly It must play out until the end w…

Patience:
Patience it is music
unfolding slowly
It must play out until the end
without omitting anything
like a quiet happiness that comes
climbs up a path and descends
down the hills of days and nights
difficult fragile unaware…

In a dream I was reminded of this by Brahms
with a finger on his lips
—from Astonishments, Selected Poems of Anna Kamienska

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