there were doorknobs and doorbellswhere one touch had covered anotherbeforehand. suitcases checked and standing side by side. one night, perhaps, the same dreamgrown hazy by morning. every beginningis only a sequel, after all, and the book of eventsis always open halfway through.
Wislawa SzymborskaAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: polish
- Born: July 2, 1923
- Died: February 1, 2012