Think About It 076: WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA

All sorts of torturers, dictators, fanatics, and demagogues struggling for power… they 'know.'  They know, and whatever they know is enough for them once and for all.  They don’t want to find out about anything else, since that might diminish their arguments' force.  And any knowledge that doesn’t lead to new questions quickly dies out:  it fails to maintain the temperature required for sustaining life.  In the most extreme cases, cases well known from ancient and modern history, it even poses a lethal threat to society.

      This is why I value that little phrase, 'I don’t know' so highly.  It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings.  It expands our lives to include the spaces within us as well as those outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended.

 

Nobel Prize acceptance speech (1996)

 

 

 

Use the links below to read about the life and work of Polish poet, essayist and Nobel laureate WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA (1923–2012):

 
http://www.poemhunter.com/wislawa-szymborska/

https://culture.pl/en/article/9-secret-sides-of-szymborska

 

 

 

 

 

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The historian calmly leafs through Gilgamesh, that most ancient epic of humankind, and immediately latches on to what he needs, ie. 'one of the earliest testaments to the formation of the state leadership’s social base.'  The poet isn’t equipped to relish the epic for such reasons.  Gilgamesh might just as well not exist for him if it holds only such information.  But it does exist, because its titular hero mourns the death of his friend.  One single human being laments the woeful fate of another single human being.  For the poet this fact is of such momentous weight that it can’t be overlooked in even the most succinct historical synthesis.  As I say, the poet can’t keep up, he lags behind.  In his defense I can only say that someone’s got to straggle in the rear.  If only to pick up what’s been trampled and lost in the triumphal procession of objective laws.

Nonrequired Reading (2002)


 

Use the link below to read more (in English) about the life and work of Polish poet and essayist WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA:

 

https://culture.pl/en/artist/wislawa-szymborska

 

 

 

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Poet of the Month 003: WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA

WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA

2 July 1923 – 1 February 2012

 

 

 

 

 

A FEW WORDS ON THE SOUL

 

 

We have a soul at times.
No one’s got it non-stop,
for keeps.

Day after day,
year after year
may pass without it.

Sometimes
it will settle for awhile
only in childhood’s fears and raptures.
Sometimes only in astonishment
that we are old.

It rarely lends a hand
in uphill tasks,
like moving furniture,
or lifting luggage,
or going miles in shoes that pinch.

It usually steps out
whenever meat needs chopping
or forms have to be filled.

For every thousand conversations
it participates in one,
if even that,
since it prefers silence.

Just when our body goes from ache to pain,
it slips off-duty.

It’s picky:
it doesn’t like seeing us in crowds,
our hustling for a dubious advantage
and creaky machinations make it sick.

Joy and sorrow
aren’t two different feelings for it.
It attends us
only when the two are joined.

We can count on it
when we’re sure of nothing
and curious about everything.

Among the material objects
it favors clocks with pendulums
and mirrors, which keep on working
even when no one is looking.

It won’t say where it comes from
or when it’s taking off again,
though it’s clearly expecting such questions.

We need it
but apparently
it needs us
for some reason too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Translated by 

 
STANISLAW BARANCZAK  

and

CLARE CAVANAGH

 
 

 

 

When asked why she 'only' managed to publish 350 poems during her long and distinguished career, Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska answered 'I have a trash can in my home.'  Nevertheless, she remains one of the most popular Polish writers of all time –– a popularity which remains undiminished by her death, at the age of eighty-eight, on 1 February 2012.  

 

 

Also a journalist, reviewer, book illustrator, translator and former railroad worker who resigned from her country's ruling Communist Party in 1966, Szymborska won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1996 and was awarded the Order of the White Eagle –– Poland's highest civilian and military honour –– in 2011.  Her work has been translated into numerous languages including German, French, Hebrew, Japanese, Arabic and English.  

 

 

Her poem Love at First Sight was the inspiration for Red, the final part of Kryzsztof Kieslowski's famous Three Colours film trilogy.  More recently, her work served as the inspiration for a 2013 double album titled Wislawa released by highly acclaimed Polish jazz trumpeter/composer Tomasz Stanko and his New York Quartet. 

 

 

 

 


Use the links below to read more poems by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA and more about her life and work:

 

 

 

http://www.poemhunter.com/wislawa-szymborska/

 

 

 

https://culture.pl/en/article/9-secret-sides-of-szymborska  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Last updated 18 March 2021