I've just visited London, a place I lived on the edge of for some years, but never felt at home in. Going to pick up a tube map at Kings Cross, I found instead a similarly configured leaflet entitled 'Polish Poems on the Underground'.
What a trove. One poem, in particular, spoke to me immediately:
I returned to you years later,
gray and lovely city,
buried in the waters of the past.
I'm no longer the student
of philosophy, poetry, and curiosity,
I'm not the young poet who wrote
too many lines
(Extract from Star by Adam Zagajewski, trans Clare Cavanagh)