Category Archives: Szymborska (Wislawa)

Telling Your Name the Livelong Day

Insecure people like Trump claim that they know everything whereas poets embrace the words “I don’t know.” Emily Dickinson’s “I’m Nobody” captures the difference between poets and people like Trump.

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I’ll Never Find Out What A. Thought of Me

Last week’s death of Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska, 1996 Nobel prize winner, gives me the occasion to share a wonderful poem about the mystery of what others think of us and why they behave as they do.

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