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Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.

Wislawa Szymborska

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After every war someone has to tidy up.
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Clean Deep Hurt War
I don’t know the role I’m playing. I only know it’s mine, non-convertible.
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Myself Play Role
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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Memories Myself Search
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
Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.
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Born Inspirational Myself Unknown
There’s simply too much fuss about myself.
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Confusion Mess Myself Simplicity
At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn’t possible to save mankind.
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Beginning Creativity Humanity Kind Life Love Man Myself Understand
Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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Code Light Secret
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
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 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
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
All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
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Easy Imperfection Service Small Tolerance
You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
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Cosmos Finding Inspirational Nature Object Remark Yourself
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

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