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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.

Wislawa Szymborska

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
There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
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Deep Hide Quite Spiritual
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
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
Even the worst book can give us something to think about.
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Book Mindset Thinking Worst
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
I’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
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Bad Fight Myself Poet Word
No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
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Death Family Love Mythical
Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?
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Choice Decision Kind Perspective
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
I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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Bone Myself 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
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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Memories Myself Search
I’m drowning in papers.
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Drown Myself One Liner Paper Poet
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

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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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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