Dear Luv,
This is one of my favorite poems:
The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
By Wislawa Szymborska
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh© Wislawa Szymborska, S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
The Three Oddest Words
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