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Saturday, March 26, 2016

Three Oddest Words



a short poem by Wislawa Szymborska

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 nonbeing can hold

~ Wislawa Szymborska

Translated from polish by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
For my Indonesian translation click here

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