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Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still
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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Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
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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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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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Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
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And whatever I do will become forever what I've done.
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There's simply too much fuss about myself.
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Today when two people decide upon a thoughtless and precipitate abbreviation of the physical space between them, they think, at least at that moment, that they're mutually attracted and drawn together by an overwhelming force.
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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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I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
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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.
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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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I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.
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I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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