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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.

Wislawa Szymborska

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA

Beginning Book Half Myself Open
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 prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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Absurd Myself Poem Preference Writing
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
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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Chaos Hell Myself Order Preference
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 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
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
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
The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.
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Hands Joy Mortal Perseverance Power Revenge Writing
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
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
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
No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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Bliss Kiss Past Teaching Time Way
Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
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Operate Poet Spirit Talent
Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.
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Animal Appearance Conscious Different Human Oneself Try

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