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The Arrow
by Marin Sorescu
Wounded, he'd have
been lost in the forest
had he not followed the arrow.
More than half of it
protruded from his chest
and showed him the way.
The arrow had
struck him in the back
and pierced his body.
Its bloody tip was a signpost.
What a blessing
to have it point
a path
between the trees!
Now he knew
he'd never again
go wrong
and he wasn't far
from the mark.
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The comment : From what I've learned at school, this author has a style of pointing out real ideas using 'absurdities' or 'non-sense' things ( I don't know how are they called, as I've never bothered with literature at school). If you like, you could compare it with a drama work, same author, called 'Iona' (Jon, as in the biblical myth) , where using those 'non-sense' things, shows how poorly understood and how full of bad luck and illusions is human existence.
just a thought
and all the works of Mircea Eliade, he'll just look at you from another angle.