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The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

Wislawa Szymborska

I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
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
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
They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.
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Experience Important Love Myself Romantic
Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
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Beautiful Certain Confidence Life Time
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
The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.
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Hands Joy Mortal Perseverance Power Revenge Writing
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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Doctor Fact Follow Health Order Yourself
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing
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
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 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
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
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Comic Remember Rich Talk Variety Yourself
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
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

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