ABC
Poetry
I’ll never find out now
What A. thought of me.
If B. ever forgave me in the end.
Why C. pretended everything was fine.
What part D. played in E.’s silence.
What F. had been expecting, if anything.
Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well.
What H. had to hide.
What I. wanted to add.
If my being around
meant anything
to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.
/W. Szymborska/
Photograph by Alberto Cristofari
Wisława Szymborska - Poet Of Gentle Irony,
Nobel Prize in Literature, Dies at 88
- 2012
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