My choices are rejections, since there is no other way, but what I reject is more numerous, denser, more demanding than before. A little poem, a sigh, at the cost of indescribable losses.
Wislawa SzymborskaPoets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.
Wislawa SzymborskaI cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.
Wislawa SzymborskaNo one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.
Wislawa Szymborska