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I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.

Wislawa Szymborska

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
Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.
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Born Inspirational Myself Unknown
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’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
My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.
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Choice Demand Loss Myself Rejection Way
And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.
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Forever Myself Perspective Willing
We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.
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Fortune Kind Live Precise Question World
After every war someone has to tidy up.
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Clean Deep Hurt War
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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Land Life Scratch Time
Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two.
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Better Knowledge People
Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.
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Disappear Start Stay Stubborn Time
I’m old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.
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Book Fashion Myself Old Past Reading Thinking Time
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
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Myself Poetry Point Talk
Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.
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Boredom Human Love Misery Work
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Live Myself Poet Start

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