Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I’m Working on the World [part]
:when it comes, you’ll be dreaming
that you don’t need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it’s part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark.
—
Wislawa Szymborska, from “I’m Working on the World” in Poems New and Collected, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh
that you don’t need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it’s part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark.
—
Wislawa Szymborska, from “I’m Working on the World” in Poems New and Collected, trans. S. Baranczak and C. Cavanagh
Labels:
Nobel Prize,
poet,
poetry,
Poland,
RIP,
Wislawa Szymborska
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