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The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

Wislawa Szymborska

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I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
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Easy Imperfection Service Small Tolerance
No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
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Death Family Love Mythical
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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Destroy Future Myself Past Silence Word
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Live Myself Poet Start
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
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Comic Remember Rich Talk Variety Yourself
Memory at last has what I sought.
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Last Memories Myself Thinking
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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Fight Himself Imagination Myself Peace Quiet
And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.
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Forever Myself Perspective Willing
I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
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Dog Edition Myself Old Revision Work World
What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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Existence People World
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Charm Morning Terrify Worth
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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Bone Myself Time
I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.
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Cloud Description Enough Myself Quick Start
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing
Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?
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Choice Decision Kind Perspective

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