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02 February 2012 @ 11:56 am
Nothing Twice by Wislawa Szymborska  
In memory of Wislawa Szymborska, one of my favorite poets, one of my favorite of her poems:

Nothing Twice
by Wislawa Szymborska
translated by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak

Nothing can ever happen twice.
In consequence, the sorry fact is
that we arrive here improvised
and leave without the chance to practice.

Even if there is no one dumber,
if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
you can't repeat the class in summer:
this course is only offered once.

No day copies yesterday,
no two nights will teach what bliss is
in precisely the same way,
with precisely the same kisses.

One day, perhaps some idle tongue
mentions your name by accident:
I feel as if a rose were flung
into the room, all hue and scent.

The next day, though you're here with me,
I can't help looking at the clock:
A rose? A rose? What could that be?
Is it a flower or a rock?

Why do we treat the fleeting day
with so much needless fear and sorrow?
It's in its nature not to stay:
Today is always gone tomorrow.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer
to seek accord beneath our star,
although we're different (we concur)
just as two drops of water are.
funner'n a sack a weasels: evasivemoominmolly on February 2nd, 2012 05:29 pm (UTC)
Ohhhhh.... she died? I didn't know. Thank you for posting this.
gothtique: Black heart flourishgothtique on February 2nd, 2012 06:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing that.
I need more poetry and forget sometimes how much I love it.
Minerva: flowerminerva42 on February 2nd, 2012 07:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
unintentional baitredheadedmuse on February 2nd, 2012 08:44 pm (UTC)
what a beautiful poem. thank you
our lady of perpetual amusement: Rosita'sLilyLadydakotakym on February 3rd, 2012 02:41 am (UTC)
Brilliant woman; I will dearly miss her writing and her inspiring spirit. She was crucial to my love of reading and writing poetry.