Wislawa Szymborska Poems

I remember it so clearly —
how people, seeing me, would break off in midword.
Laughter died.
Lovers’ hands unclasped.
Children ran to their mothers.
I didn’t even know their short-lived names.
And that song about a little green leaf —
no one ever finished it near me.

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