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Author: Wislawa Szymborska
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 96
A "delectable and profound" collection of poems from Nobel Prize-winner Szymborska (Booklist). When Here was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, "How is it that she keeps getting better" These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought. From the title poem: I can't speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we've got a fair supply of everything. Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows, scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips. . . Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere, you're given your own torso here, equipped with the accessories required for adding your own children to the rest. Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head.
Author: Wislawa Szymborska
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 96
A "delectable and profound" collection of poems from Nobel Prize-winner Szymborska (Booklist). When Here was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, "How is it that she keeps getting better" These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought. From the title poem: I can't speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we've got a fair supply of everything. Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows, scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips. . . Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere, you're given your own torso here, equipped with the accessories required for adding your own children to the rest. Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head.
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NB: This is a secondhand book in very good condition. See our FAQs for more information. Please note that the jacket image is indicative only. A description of our secondhand books is not always available. Please contact us if you have a question about this title.
Author: Wislawa Szymborska
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 96
A "delectable and profound" collection of poems from Nobel Prize-winner Szymborska (Booklist). When Here was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, "How is it that she keeps getting better" These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought. From the title poem: I can't speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we've got a fair supply of everything. Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows, scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips. . . Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere, you're given your own torso here, equipped with the accessories required for adding your own children to the rest. Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head.
Author: Wislawa Szymborska
Format: Paperback
Number of Pages: 96
A "delectable and profound" collection of poems from Nobel Prize-winner Szymborska (Booklist). When Here was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, "How is it that she keeps getting better" These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought. From the title poem: I can't speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we've got a fair supply of everything. Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows, scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips. . . Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere, you're given your own torso here, equipped with the accessories required for adding your own children to the rest. Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head.
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