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ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

curry_nyc: Those who gave the first order to fight let them now count our corpses. Let them go through the streets that are not there through the city that is not there let them count for weeks for months let them count our corpses till death. -- Anna Świrszczyńska

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

chenchenwrites: I Am Filled with Love I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind, as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. —Anna Świrszczyńska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

ansfavwords: I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swirszczynska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

DG_Arturo: I AM FILLED WITH LOVE I am filled with love as a great tree with the wind, as a sponge with the ocean, as a great life with suffering, as time with death. Anna Swir Świrszczyńska

sergisonic: Anna Swirszczynska's great poem,'Building The Barricade': «We were afraid as we built the barricade / under fire».

bbperkz: Happy closing of this year, friends. Don't forget to celebrate the returning of the light! Whether in daytime or in nighttime I always carry inside a light. In the middle of noise and turmoil I carry silence. Always I carry light and silence. --Anna Świrszczyńska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

goodnatureart: An empty day without events. And that is why it grew immense as space. And suddenly happiness of being entered me. I heard in my heartbeat the birth of time and each instant of life one after the other came rushing in like priceless gifts. Anna Swirszczynska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

11aadilhussain: I fear the place I have in the memory of others. They remind me of things I myself have forgot. —Tove Ditlevsen. I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself. —Anna Swirszczynska

PrzekrojM: "I will survive. I’ll find the deepest basement, shut myself inside, won’t let anybody in, I’ll dig a hole in the ground, chew out the bricks, I’ll hide in the wall, I’ll go into the wall like a centipede". (Anna Świrszczyńska, Man and centipede”)

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

Muneer_hossein: Do not kiss me, my love. Do not hold me, my love. If you love me, my love, kill me. Anna Swirszczynska: postwar Polish poetry, an anthology.

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

peterdamianent1: Tomorrow They Will Carve Me Anna Świrszczyńska (Anna Swir) - writes movingly, defiantly, realistically about life and death. Death came and stood by me. I said: I am ready. I am lying in the surgery clinic in Krakow. Tomorrow they will carve...

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

HildaMadeira: i envy you. every moment. you can leave me. i cannot leave myself. anna swirszczynska

YasminDjoudi: Anna Swir (Anna Świrszczyńska) 1909-1984 Lifelong poet and writer, also member of WWII Polish resistance and military nurse. ‘Fat Like the Sun’ - love, intimacy, & a snapshot of social & gender issues in her lifetime. ‘Blue Pyjamas’ - my favourite in this whole collection

KashmirMailbox: “I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.” Anna Swirszczynska

goodnatureart: An empty day without events. And that is why it grew immense as space. And suddenly happiness of being entered me. I heard in my heartbeat the birth of time and each instant of life one after the other came rushing in like priceless gifts. ~ Anna Swirszczynska

goodnatureart: An empty day without events. And that is why it grew immense as space. And suddenly happiness of being entered me. I heard in my heartbeat the birth of time and each instant of life one after the other came rushing in like priceless gifts. ~ Anna Swirszczynska Jane Mead:

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

StanleySBill: Her works were published in English under the name "Anna Swir" on the assumption that anglophone readers couldn't handle the apparent car crash of consonants that is "Świrszczyńska".

StanleySBill: In recent days I have returned to Polish poet Anna Świrszczyńska (1909–1984). She wrote poems on her experience of the Warsaw Uprising; she also wrote lyric meditations on the body - especially on women's bodies. Here is one (trans. C. Miłosz/L. Nathan).

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

whyisbrittany: The Sea and the Man - by Anna Swirszczyńska. You will not tame this sea, either by humility or rapture. But you can laugh in it’s face. Laughter, was invented by those, who live briefly, as a burst of laughter. The eternal sea, will never learn to laugh.

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

aashannon: 'I swam away from myself. Do not call me. Swim away from yourself, too. We will swim away, leaving our bodies on the shore like a pair of beach sandals.' By Anna Świrszczyńska Polish poetry is beautiful (even when translated somehow).

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

Poetry_Daily: Today's Featured Poet: Anna Swir (Świrszczyńska) was born in Warsaw in 1909, the daughter of an impoverished painter. During World War II she was part of the Polish Resistance and wrote for underground publications. She died of cancer in 1984.

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

BetoReitenbach: "Happy as something unimportant and free as a thing unimportant. (...) Happy as no matter what, as any no matter what. Happy as a dog’s tail.” ― Anna Świrszczyńska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

joy_pops: Happy as something unimportant and free as a thing unimportant... Anna Swirszczynska. Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan.

ash_pyle: Anna Świrszczyńska was a Polish Resistance fighter during WWII. At one point she was captured by the Nazis and was within an hour of execution, but was spared. In her later years she went on to write poetry about sensuality, and the female body

meskahl: "now my nonexistence dies already with the trite death of mathematical fiction. as trite as the death of my existence would have been had i been really born." - Anna Świrszczyńska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

RobReitenbach: I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself. ― Anna Swirszczynska

RobReitenbach: "Happy as something unimportant and free as a thing unimportant. (...) Happy as no matter what, as any no matter what. Happy as a dog’s tail.” ― Anna Świrszczyńska

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

sarahrosangela: When I am impossibly afraid, thisclose to falling to pieces, I think of this poem by Anna Świrszczyńska, about the Warsaw Uprising. I, a coward, can build the barricade under fire.

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska — 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

ldkkei: It is like an athlete, like a runner who will never stop running. And this gives him endurance. Longing is nourishing for the strong. It is like a window on a high tower, through which blows the wind of strength. Longing, Virginity of happiness. — Anna Świrszczyńska

Catheri70707267: "You can't escape me because the door is always open. You can't betray me because I don't demand fidelity." Anna Åš...

RealEmirHan: "You can't escape me because the door is always open. You can't betray me because I don't demand fidelity." -Anna...

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

tendership: anyone else ever think about when anna swirszczynska said she envied other people bc they could leave her but she c...

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

parkofmydreams: When I am alone I am afraid to turn around too quickly. The thing that is behind my back could, after all, not ma...

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

SarahMakri: 'There are moments when I feel more clearly than ever that I am in the company of my own person. This comforts and...

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'

hlmt_bot: Anna Swirszczynska - 'I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.'



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