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

Wislawa Szymborska

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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
I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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Fight Himself Imagination Myself Peace Quiet
I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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Lost Mountain Myself Nature Oneself Place
And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.
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Forever Myself Perspective Willing
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
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
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
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
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
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
I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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Live Myself Poet Start
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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Chaos Hell Myself Order Preference
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
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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Cosmos End Space World
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Death Easy Finding Live Love People True
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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Memories Myself Search

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