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No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

Wislawa Szymborska

I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
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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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Myself Play Role
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing
Even boredom should be described with gusto. How many things are happening on a day when nothing happens?
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Boredom Day Description
Memory at last has what I sought.
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Last Memories Myself Thinking
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.
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Fortune Inspirational Place Poet Select
Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.
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Land Life Scratch Time
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
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
Whether you want it or not, your genes have a political past, your skin a political tone. your eyes a political color. You walk with political steps on political ground.
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Color Ground Past Politics Walk Yourself
After every war someone has to tidy up.
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Clean Deep Hurt War
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
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 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
Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.
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Comparison Knowledge World
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

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