Reality Demands by Wisława Szymborska
1. Almost all my letters the other day began this way: I am not sure of the geography of things— Some friends I haven't written in awhile. Their previous letters I haven't yet answered. I said: this is a letter I must
Consolation by Wisława Szymborska
Where has the month gone? I feel like I'm just resurfacing. Consolation Wisława Szymborska Darwin. They say he read novels to relax, But only certain kinds: nothing that ended unhappily. If anything like that turned up, enraged, he flung the book into the fire. True or not, I’m ready
Under One Small Star by Wisława Szymborska
My grandparents just left for the airport. They're going to LA for a few months. I am left to house sit while they're gone. A house. All to myself. I might just get some writing done. And read, by god,
Some People Like Poetry by Wisława Szymborska
I have lists of things I needed to do today. None of which I have paid enough attention to, it seems. Oh well. There's tomorrow. Today it was just rain, and reading, and soup. Some People Like Poetry Wisława Szymborska Some people— that is
True Love by Wisława Szymborska
"Let the people who never find true love / keep saying that there’s no such thing. // Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die."
In Praise of My Sister by Wisława Szymborska
Why are people surprised when I tell them that no one in my family reads what I write? It is the safest thing in the world, actually. Sure, it can get pretty damn lonely, but I'm alright there. Leave me
The End and the Beginning by Wisława Szymborska
Just came from one of my current favourite bookstores. Had some of my books consigned so I stopped by to pick up my money, which I have spent on - guess what - more books! Bought socks and ate cake.