You can find the entire cosmos lurking in its least remarkable objects.
Category Archive: Wislawa Szymborska
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.
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.
‘There’s nothing new under the sun’: that’s what you wrote, Ecclesiastes. But you yourself were born new under the sun.
Let the people who never find true love keep saying that there’s no such thing. Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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!
Keep up the good work, if only for a while, if only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.