Wislawa Szymborska (2 July 1923 – 1 February 2012 / Prowent)
Three Oddest Words
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 nonbeing can hold.
Submitted: Friday, February 03, 2012
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