Map Collected and Last poems of Wislawa Szymborska begins with her work from 1944. I am glad I stuck to the book. From Salt 1962 is when I started reading the book with fire. From then on, each poem had something to offer.
If the poet Wislawa Szymborska were a painter, her painting would be a montage that morphs from a hyperrealistic painting to a revelatory painting, retaining only the necessary objects.
Her poems deal with plain opposites - In 'To My Heart, On Sunday' - its the restlessly working heart on Sabbath rest day.
Her poems deal with movement - In 'The Acrobat' - movement in time (present and future) and space. Sometimes calculated like this and other times, its a huge push to future of
"Nothing - but after us,
who were here before
and ate our hearts
and drank our blood" - Cave poem
Her poems, zoom in on a single in a multitude in 'Snapshot of a Crowd'
Her poems use literary devices like alliteration, string of words
"Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels,
the flame, the flamingo, he flounder, the feather-" - Birthday poem
Her poems usually a page and a half long arrive by the end of the page, the next half is a bonus. Unlike some poets, you dont have to wait
till the end.
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