over in silence…

At the price of indescribable losses – a few verses, a sigh.
To a rousing call I respond in whispers.
What I pass over in silence I will not express.
A mouse at the foot of the maternal mountain.
Life lasts a few signs clawed in sand.

My dreams – even they are not, as they ought to be,
populous.

Wislawa Szymborska, Big Numbers, from: People on a Bridge, translated by: Adam Czerniawski, Forest Books, 1990,

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