Wislawa Szymborska

(2 July 1923 – 1 February 2012 / Prowent)

Wislawa Szymborska Poems

1. First Love 7/10/2015
2. Photograph From September 11 8/22/2014
3. Hatred 3/14/2015
4. Going Home 1/9/2015
5. A Great Man's House 2/3/2012
6. Utopia 2/2/2012
7. Dreams 2/3/2012
8. Miracle Fair 2/3/2012
9. Negative 2/3/2012
10. The Joy Of Writing 2/3/2012
11. Identification 2/3/2012
12. Some People 2/3/2012
13. Poetry Reading 2/3/2012
14. True Love 2/3/2012
15. Clouds 2/3/2012
16. Consolation 2/3/2012
17. The End And The Beginning 2/3/2012
18. Birthday 2/3/2012
19. The Silence Of Plants 2/3/2012
20. Could Have 2/3/2012
21. Advertisement 2/3/2012
22. Possibilities 2/3/2012
23. Children Of Our Age 2/3/2012
24. On Death, Without Exaggeration 2/3/2012
25. Three Oddest Words 2/3/2012
26. Nothing Twice 2/3/2012
27. Tortures 1/13/2003
28. A Few Words On The Soul 2/3/2012
29. Still 1/13/2003
30. Hunger Camp At Jaslo 1/13/2003
31. Lot's Wife 1/20/2003
32. Some Like Poetry 1/13/2003
33. Under One Small Star 1/20/2003
Best Poem of Wislawa Szymborska

Under One Small Star

My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.
Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.
My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.
Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.
Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.
I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths.
I apologize to those who wait in railway ...

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Hunger Camp At Jaslo

Write it. Write. In ordinary ink
on ordinary paper: they were given no food,
they all died of hunger. "All. How many?
It's a big meadow. How much grass
for each one?" Write: I don't know.
History counts its skeletons in round numbers.
A thousand and one remains a thousand,
as though the one had never existed:
an imaginary embryo, an empty cradle,

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