Listen the whole way through. What a loveliness.
FOUR IN THE MORNING, by Wislawa Szymborska. (Listen with this.) The hour from night to day. The hour from side to side. The hour for those past thirty. The hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks. The hour when earth betrays us. The hour when wind blows from extinguished stars. The hour of and-what-if-nothing-remains-after-us. The hollow hour. Blank, empty. The very pit of all other hours. No one feels good at four in the morning. If ants feel good at four in the morning --three cheers for the ants. And let five o'clock come if we're to go on living. Translated by Magus J. Krynski and Robert A. Maguire Comments are closed.
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Pauline WestPauline West's first novel, EVENING’S LAND, is winner of the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation Award and recipient of the Carol Marie Smith Memorial Scholarship for the NOEPE Center of Literary Arts. Categories
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