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First Love - Wislawa Szymborska (Nobel Laureate)

Posted: Nov 19, 2007 Mon 02:10 pm     Views: 201    Interacts: 0




They say
the first love's most important.
That's very romantic,
but not my experience.

Something was and wasn't there between us,
something went on and went away.

My hands never tremble
when i stumble on silly keepsakes
and a sheaf of letters tied with a string
-- not even ribbon.

Our only meeting after years:
two chairs chatting
at a chilly table.

Other loves
still breathe deep inside me.
This one's too short of breath even to sigh.

Yet just exactly as it is,
it does what the other others still can't manage:
unremembered,
not even seen in dreams,
it introduces me to death.

Translated from Polish by
Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak


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