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I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.

Wislawa Szymborska

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Wislawa Szymborska
Age: 88 †
Born: 1923
Born: July 2
Died: 2012
Died: February 1
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Maria Wisława Anna Szymborska
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I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning —three cheers for the ants.
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Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still
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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.
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I have sympathy for young people, for their growing pains, but I balk when these growing pains are pushed into the foreground, when you make these young people the only vehicles of lifes wisdom.
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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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Well, one is inspired by the whole of life, one's own and somebody else's. You know how sometimes you hear great music, and music is completely untranslatable into words, into any words. A certain tension that is born when one listens to music could aid you in expressing something absolutely different.
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Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
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Something doesn't start at its usual time. Something doesn't happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.
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Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
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There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely
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Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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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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There's simply too much fuss about myself.
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I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.
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In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyone's existence in this world.
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All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. Even the richest, most surprising and wild imagination is not as rich, wild and surprising as reality. The task of the poet is to pick singular threads from this dense, colorful fabric.
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Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious they don't like to joke.
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