Tortures By Wislawa Szymborska

Tortures ———- Wislawa Szymborska Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it …

Possibilities By Wislawa Szymborska

Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska English version by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak Original Language Polish I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I …

Birthday By Wislawa Szymborska

Birthday ———- Wislawa Szymborska Birthday So much world all at once – how it rustles and bustles! Moraines and morays and morasses …

First Love By Wislawa Szymborska

First Love ———- Wislawa Szymborska They say the first love is the most important. That’s very romantic but it’s not the case …

True Love By Wislawa Szymborska

True Love ———- Wislawa Szymborska True love. Is it normal is it serious, is it practical? What does the world get from …

Hatred By Wislawa Szymborska

Hatred ———- Wislawa Szymborska See how efficient it still is, how it keeps itself in shape— our century’s hatred. How easily it …

Pi By Wislawa Szymborska

Pi ———- Wislawa Szymborska The admirable number pi: three point one four one. All the following digits are also initial, five nine …

Going Home By Wislawa Szymborska

Going Home ———- Wislawa Szymborska He came home. Said nothing. It was clear, though, that something had gone wrong. He lay down …

Dreams By Wislawa Szymborska

Dreams ———- Wislawa Szymborska Despite the geologists’ knowledge and craft, mocking magnets, graphs, and maps— in a split second the dream piles …

Miracle Fair By Wislawa Szymborska

Miracle Fair by Wislawa Szymborska English version by Joanna Trzeciak Original Language Polish Commonplace miracle: that so many commonplace miracles happen. An …

Could Have By Wislawa Szymborska

Could Have ———- Wislawa Szymborska It could have happened. It had to happen. It happened earlier. Later. Nearer. Farther off. It happened, …

Nothing Twice By Wislawa Szymborska

Nothing Twice by Wislawa Szymborska English version by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak Original Language Polish Nothing can ever happen twice. In …

The Camel By Wislawa Szymborska

The Camel by Wislawa Szymborska English version by Joanna Trzeciak Original Language Polish Don’t tell a camel about need and want. Look …

Consolation By Wislawa Szymborska

Consolation ———- Wislawa Szymborska Darwin. They say he read novels to relax, But only certain kinds: nothing that ended unhappily. If anything …

The Ball By Wislawa Szymborska

The Ball by Wislawa Szymborska English version by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh Original Language Polish As long as nothing can be …

Classifieds By Wislawa Szymborska

Classifieds by Wislawa Szymborska English version by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak Original Language Polish WHOEVER’S found out what location compassion (heart’s …

Utopia By Wislawa Szymborska

Utopia ———- Wislawa Szymborska Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. …

Life While-You-Wait By Wislawa Szymborska

Life While-You-Wait by Wislawa Szymborska English version by S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh Original Language Polish Life While-You-Wait. Performance without rehearsal. Body …

Still By Wislawa Szymborska

Still ———- Wislawa Szymborska In sealed box cars travel names across the land, and how far they will travel so, and will …

Clouds By Wislawa Szymborska

Clouds ———- Wislawa Szymborska Clouds I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to …

Negative By Wislawa Szymborska

Negative ———- Wislawa Szymborska Negative Against a grayisch sky a grayer cloud rimmed black by the sun. On the left, that is, …

Some People By Wislawa Szymborska

Some People ———- Wislawa Szymborska Some people fleeing some other people. In some country under the sun and some clouds. They leave …

Utopia – Wislawa Szymborska

Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. Bushes bend beneath the …

Vermeer – Wislawa Szymborska

 Vermeer – Wislawa Szymborska As long as the woman from Rijksmuseum in painted silence and concentration day after day pours milk from the …