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Poem: “Pi”
Pi The admirable number pi: three point one four one. All the following digits are also just a start, five…
Author Wislawa Szymborska
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Poem: “Tortures”
Tortures Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has…
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Poem: “Utopia”
Utopia Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. Bushes…
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Poem: “On Death, without Exaggeration”
On Death, without Exaggeration It can’t take a joke, find a star, make a bridge. It knows nothing about weaving,…
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Poem: “Children of Our Age”
Children of Our Age We are children of our age, it’s a political age. All day long, all through the…
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Poem: “Children of Our Age”
Children of Our Age (Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) We are children of our age, it’s a political…
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Poem: “The End and the Beginning”
The End and the Beginning (Translation by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) After every war someone has to tidy up.…
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Poem: “Cat in an Empty Apartment”
Cat in an Empty Apartment Die—you can’t do that to a cat. Since what can a cat do in an…
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Poem: “The Three Oddest Words”
The Three Oddest Words When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I…
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Poem: “A Few Words on the Soul”
A Few Words on the Soul (Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh) We have a soul at times. No…