but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand, ...
one likes stroking a dog.
My first reading of a Wislawa Szymborska poem, not my last. Thanks be to Regina Grol for translation.I am sadden to learn of her passing just for months ago.Time is timeless when it comes to poetry.The torch that Wislawa ignited, passed through Regina's fingers, to my page, proves it.