The Three Oddest Words


When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.

Wislawa Szymborska

(one of my favourite poets! thank you Sid for reading Szymborska to us as we sat with steaming cups of coffee on the mud floor of your home during lit block)

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