Tuesday, December 6, 2005

The Three Oddest Words

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

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