Friday, November 14, 2003

...a favourite poem.

The Three Oddest Words

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 non-being can hold.

(Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh)

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