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I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.

Wislawa Szymborska

I am a tarsier and a tarsier’s son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.
WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA

Creature Myself Simplicity Son
There’s simply too much fuss about myself.
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Confusion Mess Myself Simplicity
Memory at last has what I sought.
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Last Memories Myself Thinking
Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.
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Comparison Knowledge World
All imperfection is easier to tolerate if served up in small doses.
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Easy Imperfection Service Small Tolerance
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

Dog Edition Myself Old Revision Work World
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.
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Fortune Inspirational Place Poet Select
When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
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Breathe Darkness Dreams Music Need Rhythm Spark
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
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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Agreement Best Common Imagination Reality Regard
Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don’t like to joke.
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Boredom Existence Joke Monumental Serious
Any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out: it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.
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Knowledge Leadership Life Maintain Question Temperature
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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Choice Demand Loss Myself Rejection Way
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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Cosmos End Space World
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
This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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Charm Morning Terrify Worth

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