“Letters to the Dead" We read the letters of the dead like puzzled gods -- gods nevertheless, because we know what happened later. We know what money wasn’t repaid, the widows who rushed to remarry. Poor, unseeing dead, deceived, fallible,… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“History didn’t greet us with triumphal fanfares: —it flung dirty sand into our eyes. Ahead of us lay long roads leading nowhere, poisoned wells… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“Nothing Twice Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“True love. Is it normal is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from two people who exist in a world… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“We have a soul at times. No one’s got it non-stop, for keeps. Day after day, year after year may pass without it. Sometimes… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“We, too, can divide ourselves, it’s true. / But only into flesh and a broken whisper. / Into flesh and poetry.” — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti. Stomping my feet for warmth on the snow the snow eternal.” — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“I’ll never find out now What A. thought of me. If B. ever forgave me in the end. Why C. pretended everything was fine.… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“I’ve wanted to write about them for a long while, but it’s a tricky subject, always put off for later and perhaps worthy of… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“The Real World' The real word doesn't take flight the way dreams do. No muffled voice, no doorbell can dispel it, no shriek, no… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“We leven langer, maar minder nauwkeurig en in kortere zinnen.” — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“DESPEDIDA DE UN PAISAJE No le reprocho a la primavera que llegue de nuevo. No me quejo de que cumpla como todos los años… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“The world, whatever we might think about it terrified by its vastness and by our helplessness in the face of it, embittered by its… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“-A Word On Statistics- Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two. Unsure of every step: almost all the rest. Ready… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
