Wislawa Szymborska Quotes

They’ll reenter their lives’ cages, where love’s tiger sometimes rages, but the beast’s too tame to bite.   We’ll

We treat each other with exceeding courtesy;we says, it’s great to see you after all these years.Our tigers drink milk.Our hawks tread the ground.Our sharks have all drowned.Our wolves yawn beyond the...

When I pronounce the word Future,the first syllable already belongs to the past.When I pronounce the word Silence,I destroy it.

Would we really be driven to darkest despair by the news that life doesn’t exist beyond Earth? (…) But let’s stop and think about such a revelation. Would that really be the worst of all possible news...

¿Y si todo esto sucede en un laboratorio? ¿Bajo sólo una lámpara de día y miles de millones por la noche?

Each of us has a very rich nature and can look at things objectively, from a distance, and at the same time can have something more personal to say about them. I am trying to look at the world, and at...

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respe...

I usually write for the individual reader -though I would like to have many such readers. There are some poets who write for people assembled in big rooms, so they can live through something collectiv...

I’m a poor audience for my memory.She wants me to attend her voice nonstop,but I fidget, fuss,listen and don’t,step out, come back, then leave again.She wants all my time and attention.She’s got no pr...

Cierta gente huyendo de otra gente.

DESPEDIDA DE UN PAISAJENo le reprocho a la primaveraque llegue de nuevo. No me quejo de que cumplacomo todos los añoscon sus obligaciones. Comprendo que mi tristezano frenara la hierba.Si los tallos v...

Dimenticano che la vita non è qui.Altre leggi, nero su bianco, vigono qui.Un batter d’occhio durerà quanto dico io,si lascerà dividere in piccole eternitàpiene di pallottole fermate in volo.Non una co...

E sogneraiche non occorre affatto respirareche il silenzio senza respiroè una musica passabile,sei piccolo come una scintillae ti spegni al ritmo di quella.

I am too near to be dreamt of by him.I do not fly over him, do not escape from himunder the roots of a tree. I am too near.Not in my voice sings the fish in the net,not from my finger rolls the ring.I...

I prefer the absurdity of writing poemsto the absurdity of not writing poems.

Merciless song, you leave me with my lone, nonconvertible, unmetamorphic body: I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones. Four A.M. The hour between night and day. The hour between toss and turn. Th...

No existe vida que, aun por un instante, no sea inmortal. La muerte siempre llega con ese instante de retraso. En vano golpea con la aldaba en la puerta invisible. Lo ya vivido no se lo puede llevar.

SENKAMoja senka kao dvorska luda za kraljicom.Kad kraljica sa stolice ustane,luda se na zidu nakostrešii u plafon glupom glavom udari.Što može u dvodimenzionalnom svetuna svoj način boli.Možda je ludi...

So poets keep on trying, and sooner or later the consecutive results of their self-dissatisfaction are clipped together with a giant paperclip by literary historians and called their oeuvres.

So poets keep on trying, and sooner or later the consecutive results of their self-dissatisfaction are clipped together with a giant paperclip by literary historians and called their oeuvres. I