Wislawa Szymborska Poems

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.
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True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
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I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
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So much world all at once – how it rustles and bustles!
Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels,
The flame, the flamingo, the flounder, the feather –
How to line them all up, how to put them together?
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Darwin.
They say he read novels to relax,
But only certain kinds:
nothing that ended unhappily.
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It can't take a joke,
find a star, make a bridge.
It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,
building ships, or baking cakes.
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To be a boxer, or not to be there
at all. O Muse, where are our teeming crowds?
Twelve people in the room, eight seats to spare
it's time to start this cultural affair.
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It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
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Against a grayisch sky
a grayer cloud
rimmed black by the sun.
On the left, that is, the right,
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I’m a tranquilizer.
I’m effective at home.
I work in the office.
I can take exams
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