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I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.

Wislawa Szymborska

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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Bliss Kiss Past Teaching Time Way
Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
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Operate Poet Spirit Talent
They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one’s behind me, anyway.
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Hard Myself Oneself Sentence
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
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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Land Life Scratch Time
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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Bone Myself Time
When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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Breathe Darkness Dreams Music Need Rhythm Spark
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
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Arrival Consequence Fact Practice
Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.
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Comparison Knowledge World
At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
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Beginning Creativity Humanity Kind Life Love Man Myself Understand
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Live Myself Poet Start
God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.
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Believe Different God Goodness Man Strong
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 fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
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Bad Fight Myself Poet Word
Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
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Beautiful Certain Confidence Life Time
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

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