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Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.
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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This terrifying world is not devoid of charms, of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile.
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I'm one-time-only to the marrow of my bones.
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All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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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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Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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It's just not easy to explain to someone else what you don't understand yourself.
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No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious they don't like to joke.
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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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I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectively. I prefer my reader to take my poem and have a one-on-one relationship with it.
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I'm drowning in papers.
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I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
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I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
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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 working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
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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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I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.
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