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Here

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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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Publisher: HarperCollins

Kindle Book

  • Release date: August 16, 2013

OverDrive Read

  • ISBN: 9780547504643
  • Release date: August 16, 2013

EPUB ebook

  • ISBN: 9780547504643
  • File size: 1609 KB
  • Release date: August 16, 2013

Formats

Kindle Book
OverDrive Read
EPUB ebook

subjects

Fiction Poetry

Languages

English

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.

Expand title description text