And whatever I do will become forever what I've done.

Poetic talent doesn't operate in a vacuum. There is a spirit of Polish poetry.

But they know about us, they know, the four corners, and the chairs nearby us. Discerning shadows also know, and even the table keeps quiet.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.

The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.

A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it's not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held with the lamp switched off; and if only once to stumble upon a stone, end up soaked in one downpour or another, mislay your keys in the grass; and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes; and to keep on not knowing something important.