Not quite ready yet “Love at First Sight” by Wislawa Szymborska, featured in 10 Poems to Open Your Heart, Roger Housden. Nov 16 2. Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz. There were sings, indications, Jan 18 4. They gazed into each other’s eyes and slowly twins emerged.Familiarity breeds the most perfect of mothers—it favors neither of the little darlings,it scarcely can recall which one is which. that a sudden passion joined them. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways – "drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski. a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver? They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them This certainty is beautiful, Even more beautiful than uncertainty. The highest poetry bends time and exhibits, often through negative space, transformations. Paraphrase (In own words) Paraphrase and Literary Devices They were convinced that a They’re both convinced
but I know the answer. Perhaps three years ago Oct 09 2. Suitcases checked and standing side by side. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. Oct 25 1. Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that … ( Log Out / even if they couldn’t read them yet. Here’s our favorite poem! which brings them nearer and yet further, Dec 25 1. Something was dropped and then picked up. But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways – Every beginningis only a sequel, after all,and the book of eventsis always open halfway through. I didn’t even know there was such a word before I met him. They gazed into each other’s eyes and slowly twins emerged. and the book of fate is There were doorknobs and doorbellswhere one touch had covered anotherbeforehand.Suitcases checked and standing side by side.One night, perhaps, the same dream,grown hazy by morning. is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through. where one touch had covered another This entry was posted on January 22, 2009, in. There were handles, door bells, Gender fades, mysteries molder,distinctions meet in all-resemblancejust as all colors coincide in white. originally posted: 4/4/14 (I will be on a digital hiatus/detox during October.
He had long stringy hair,eye glasses, and a day-old beard on his face; he looked like a hippy from the 70’s. a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver?—. undecipherable, what does in matter. No, they don’t remember. Where they could have met so long ago? it pushed them close, drove them apart,
I’m sharing this poem because this 25th of January marks our 3rd wedding anniversary. a moment face to face They’d be amazed to hearthat Chance has been toying with themnow for years.
is only a sequel, after all, You see, my uncle and aunt worked at the same factory where his Mom used to work. Used by permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. The next day, though you're here with me,I can't help looking at the clock:A rose?
No day copies yesterday,no two nights will teach what bliss isin precisely the same way,with precisely the same kisses. For such a long time already
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
Yesterday, we talked to Aunt Pong’s sister, and they were all pleasantly surprised to know I married the “little boy” that they took care of. "Love at First Sight" from MAP: Collected and Last Poems by Wislawa Szymborska, translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email.