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Request + Szymborska
A friend emailed me this morning and asked for recommendations for Holocaust poems. I only know a few Szymborska poems -- if you know of any, I'd love to hear them! Sorry so depressing. This one is just about torture in general, and I love it to death.
Tortures
by Wislawa Szymborska
Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and ( ... )Leave a comment ( 16 )
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Request + Szymborska
A friend emailed me this morning and asked for recommendations for Holocaust poems. I only know a few Szymborska poems -- if you know of any, I'd love to hear them! Sorry so depressing. This one is just about torture in general, and I love it to death.
Tortures
by Wislawa Szymborska
Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and ( ... )Leave a comment ( 3 )
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Wislawa Szymborska, 'Under One Small Star'
Under One Small Star My apologies to chance for calling it necessity ( ... )Leave a comment ( 4 )
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To A Terrorist + request
A couple of weeks ago, somebody posted The Rain by Zbigniew Herbert in greatpoets which I loved (it's such a bittersweet, saddening poem) and, when I was in high school, I really enjoyed studying poems about WW1 and/or WW2. So, I'd like request some poems regarding or alluding to modern warfare or modern concepts of war. Any recommendations would ( ... )Leave a comment ( 6 )
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A Word on Statistics
Out of every hundred people,
those who always know better:
fifty-two.
Unsure of every step:
almost all the rest.
Ready to help,
if it doesn't take long:
forty-nine.
Always good,
because they cannot be otherwise:
four -- well, maybe five.
Able to admire without envy:
eighteen.
Led to error
by youth (which passes):
sixty, plus or minus.
Those not to be messed with:
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Nothing's A Gift and One Version Of Events by Wisława Szymborska
Nothing's a gift, it's all on loan.
I'm drowning in debts up to my ears.
I'll have to pay for myself
with my self,
give up my life for my life.
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Reality Demands by Wisława Szymborska
Reality demands
that we also mention this:
Life goes on.
It continues at Cannae and Borodino,
at Kosovo Polje and Guernica.
There's a gas station
on a little square in Jericho,
and wet paint
on park benches in Bila Hora.
Letters fly back and forth
between Pearl Harbor and Hastings,
a moving van passes
beneath the eye of the lion at Chaeronea,
and the blooming ( ... )Leave a comment ( 4 )
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A Word on Statistics
I know everyone seems to hate these types of posts, but I've been looking for this poem. I read it a while back, and even looked pretty far back in the history, but haven't been able to find it. It goes off listing different statistics for people. Then the last line or stanza says that 100 out of 100 people are mortal. That statistic has yet to be ( ... )Leave a comment ( 5 )
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