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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

Wislawa Szymborska

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.
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Hands Joy Mortal Perseverance Power Revenge Writing
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Live Myself Poet Start
I’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
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Bad Fight Myself Poet Word
I am a tarsier and a tarsier’s son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.
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Creature Myself Simplicity Son
Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
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Action Demand Myself Poor Preparation Reality
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Charm Morning Terrify Worth
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
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
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
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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Knowledge Leadership Life Maintain Question Temperature
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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Common Poet Publish Reading Understand
No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
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Feeling Good Morning Oneself
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
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Death Easy Faith Live
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
Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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Book Mindset Thinking Worst

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