Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines, only to cross out one of them 15 minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens. Who could stand to watch this kind of thing?

– Wislawa Szymborska –

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 loss.

– Wisława Szymborska –

Ph : Andrea Kiss

Dividing earth and sky

is not the right way

to think about this wholeness.

It only allows one to live

at a more precise address–

were I to be searched for

I’d be found much faster.

My distinguishing marks

are rapture and despair.

– Wisława Szymborska –

Ph : Elena Oganesyan