The cherished Polish poet and Nobel Prize winner Wisława Szymborska passed away on Wednesday evening at her home in Kraków at the age of 89
“In Szymborska’s poetry, we divide ourselves not into body and surviving work but into body and unfinished whisper, poetry is no more than an unfinished whisper, laughter that swiftly falls silent.” — Czesław Miłosz,
There’s no life
that couldn’t be immortal
if only for a moment.
Speech, don’t hold it against me that I borrow grandiloquent words .. And then undertake the difficulty of making them seem light.
Nothingness changed radically also for me.
It really turned itself inside out.
Where have I found myself -
From top to toe among the planets,
Not even remembering what it was like not to be.