My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all.
Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.
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thoroughly this is one kind of insightful poem; great to read this again and again
My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers. - - - - - - We can not be every thing at the same time no matter how we wish.There are necessities for us to survive- We can not satisfy everbody- -We have to be ourselves- -A great poem indeed.
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all. Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. - - - - -I am reading Szymborska[s poems for the fist time and it impresses me greatly.
My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs. My apologies to great questions for small answers..../// superb write; it's great and noble sense
My Heart And Soul Connected To Every Word! ! ! ! ! ! Ever So Felt And Heard! ! ! ! ! Agree With Judith! ! ! ! ! Absolutely Amazing! ! ! ! ! One Of The Most Greatest Beautifully Touching Poems I've Ever Read! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ++++++ Definite Favs! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I apologies for my lateness to read this poem. What a poem!
The poem under one small star is most beautiful and apologies for different events in life even for a felled tree that used to the table is wonderfully felt.
humbly wonderful! keep writing! could you read and comment on my poems too?
I'm Polish so i can read Szymborska's poems in original. And what I think about this poem (after re-reading it in Polish) it's that it is about ourselves. We all think that our matters are the most important. As the humanity thinks that solar system is the centre of the universe. Everyone lives under 'one small star' which twinkles outside his or her window. And this poem is about it - about the shame and comprehention. Every person has its own universe... (sorry for mistakes - English is not my mother language) .
I think Szymborska, steeped in the history of her country, knows the world hard but also knows she has to live beyond its horrors. Her way is by being a poet. The last two lines express her joy almost beyond guilt in making a poem even out of tragedy.
This woman is one of my favorite contemporary poets. This poem amuses me because it is so guilt laden. And Ria, those last two lines are what we as poets so often do. We take heavythoughts, heavy words and make them light and lovely. She lashes out at her poet self for doing just that. I find a lot of irony within this poem...possibly much of her culture woven in, as well. Raynette
I have no comments at this moment, except for the fact that the poem touches my heart. I have a question: what does the two last lines of the poem mean? Can anyone explain them to me.
She is apologetic throughout the poem, lamenting everything she took for granted, explaining with her apologies how the world brought her joy. As a poet, she works to keep the message lighthearted although her words carry serious weight.
Deep and exquisitely drafted is this poetry of yours. A work of an intricate mind