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I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.

Wislawa Szymborska

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I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
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All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
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Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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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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I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Even a graphomaniac is an extremely complicated person.
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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.
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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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I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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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
Memory at last has what I sought.
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Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.
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Poetic talent doesn’t operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.
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When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.
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Destroy Future Myself Past Silence Word

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