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I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.

Wislawa Szymborska

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Myself Poetry Point Talk
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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It’s a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor’s orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.
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There’s simply too much fuss about myself.
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Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
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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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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.
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No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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I’m drowning in papers.
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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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All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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Memory at last has what I sought.
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