Wislawa Szymborska

(2 July 1923 – 1 February 2012 / Prowent)

Wislawa Szymborska Poems

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

Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and breathe air and sleep,
it has thin skin and blood right underneath,
an adequate stock of teeth and nails,
its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable.
In tortures all this is taken into account.

Nothing has changed.

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