June 18, 2026

Try to praise the mutilated world.

Zagajewski wrote this poem in the summer of 2001, and it appeared in The New Yorker on September 24, 2001, two weeks after the attacks on the World Trade Center. The editors chose it because it said something true about how to live inside catastrophe without turning away from what is still good. Zagajewski had spent his life writing from inside displacement and historical violence, first as a child of Polish families expelled from Lwów, later as an exile in Paris, and his work kept returning to the same insistence: look at what is actually in front of you, even when it is broken. The poem works as a morning meditation because it does not ask you to fix anything or feel better, only to notice the specific, intact things around you right now.