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Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Wislawa Szymborska

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Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.
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Born Inspirational Myself Unknown
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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Myself Poem Quick Reading Time Work Writing
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
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
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
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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Beginning Book Half Myself Open
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
After every war someone has to tidy up.
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Clean Deep Hurt War
There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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Deep Hide Quite Spiritual
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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Agreement Best Common Imagination Reality Regard
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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Bone Myself Time
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?
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Existence People World
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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Angel Count Head Myself Sleep
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing

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