I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKAI cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
More Wislawa Szymborska Quotes
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Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.
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Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
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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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Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.
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I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.
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I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Memory at last has what I sought.
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All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!
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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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Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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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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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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