I am too close for him to dream of me.I don’t flutter over him, don’t flee himbeneath the roots of trees. I am too close.The caught fish doesn’t sing with my voice.The ring doesn’t roll from my finger.I am too close. The great house is on firewithout me calling for help. Too closefor one of … Continue reading
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold. By Wislawa Szymborska Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh Wislawa Szymborska The Nobel Prize in Literature 1996 … Continue reading
Love at First Sight They’re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they’d never met before, they’re sure that there’d been nothing between them. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways – perhaps they’ve passed each other by a million times? … Continue reading
Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it’s not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember … Continue reading