You like leafing through biographies
There you’re in another life
How strange, how startling
to turn up in the dark woods of another life
But you can leave at any moment
for the street or the park,
or at night from the balcony
you like to see the stars,
belonging to no one,
stars like knives that wound us
without a drop of blood
stars pure and shining
heartless

—Adam Zagajewski