Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is still the same. It's bad with large numbers. It's still taken by particularity. It flits in the dark like a flashlight, illuminating only random faceswhile all the rest go blindly by, never coming to mind and never really missed. . . . I can't tell you how much I pass over in silence.
Wislawa SzymborskaAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: polish
- Born: July 2, 1923
- Died: February 1, 2012