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Poem: “Microcosmos”
Microcosmos When we first started looking through microscopes a cold fear blew and it’s still blowing. Life hitherto had been…
Author Wislawa Szymborska
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Poem: “Some Like Poetry”
Some Like Poetry Some – thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools,…
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Poem: “Miracle Fair”
Miracle Fair Commonplace miracle: that so many commonplace miracles happen. An ordinary miracle: in the dead of night the barking…
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Poem: “Going Home”
Going Home He came home. Said nothing. It was clear, though, that something had gone wrong. He lay down fully…
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Poem: “A Little on the Soul”
A Little on the Soul Periodically one has a soul. Nobody has it all the time and forever. Day after…
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Poem: “In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself”
In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself The buzzard never says it is to blame. The panther wouldn’t know what…
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Poem: “Birthday”
Birthday So much world all at once – how it hustles and bustles! Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels,…
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Poem: “Hunger Camp at Jaslo”
Hunger Camp at Jaslo Write it. Write. In ordinary ink on ordinary paper: they were given no food, they all…
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Poem: “Dreams”
Dreams Despite the geologists’ knowledge and craft, mocking magnets, graphs, and maps— in a split second the dream piles before…
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Poem: “Lot’s Wife”
Lot’s Wife They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons. I looked back…