a miscellaneous assortment of things
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
Tagged: quotes quote words poetry poem future silence wislawa szymborska szymborska lit literature prose verse
Posted on July 7, 2012 with 3 notes
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