"Relationship Diary" There is no ideal love, only belong to their own intimate relationship. poetess Wislawa Szymborska's love poem, let us understand, hate to lose but also afraid of proximity, is the cause of love.

The Polish poet Simpo, born in 1923, was born on the continent of Europe, died too close, her father encouraged her to create, she began to write at the age of eight, the poetry of the fire, but also the idea of death. Writing poems from a very early time is a part of poetess Wislawa Szymborska life.

She writes poems with compassion and alertness, as if she were reasoning, I do not know, and I want to know that there is a kind of difficult to pure and mature. In plain language, sentient eyes, microscopic perspective, she writes chaotic situation, writes Battlefield, writes the human, writes the nature, writes the life, also writes the love.

Read Simpo silk card, is recommended to me by L.

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She said poetess Wislawa Szymborska Life released 252 poems, the proportion of love poetry is probably only accounted for one-tenth, Simpo silk card probably don't feel good about love, but people often from her poems, read the meaning of love, opposed to the kind version, exquisite honest, female experience. (Recommended reading: stories like me | poetess Wislawa Szymborska: How lucky we are to live in an unknown world .)

For example, as the letter of thanks says,

"I owe a lot to the people I don't love.
Other people love them more.
Let me be relieved.
I'm glad I'm not.
The wolves in their flocks.

I feel peaceful with them,
I feel free,
It's love that can't be given
and taken away.

I won't be guarding the doors and windows
Waiting for them.
My patience.
Several comparable to the Sundial,
I understand
The things that love can't understand,
I forgive
Love is something that cannot be forgiven. 」

L have a habit, every time the love is frustrated, she tears while reading a poem, I have heard her read several times. Does not love does not have the anger, does not love does not have the joy sad, does not love is very patient, does not love is willing to forgive.

Conversely, if you choose to love, then do not complain. It is because of love, only to distance their joy and sadness so close, only to see their own incomprehensible and can not forgive, just understand their lovely and not cute.

Every time I read, l feel comforted, love so miserable I, is also possible. Is this the blessing of poetess Wislawa Szymborska through time and space? It's possible. In a word, reading a poem at night, can finally put attention to the focus on their own body.

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We say that poetess Wislawa Szymborska's poems are very restrained, not sensational, even ironic, but reassuring, as someone who clearly tells you there is a wound, so what, we all have. You separate a little distance, look at yourself, feeling good neutral, let it pass you, let it gently away.

For the sake of literature, poetess Wislawa Szymborska had two marriages, and both husbands created them. She talks about feelings, like her poetry, the second husband after the death of Filipovic, her published poems written in the empty house of the cat, in the name of the cat, blaming the death of the owner, you go, the meaning of the matter is different. (Recommended reading:"relationship diary" Hawking and Jessie: If there is no one I love, it is just an empty universe )

"Die--you can't do that to a cat."
Because what can a cat do in an empty room?
Climbing the wall?
Rubbing furniture?
There seems to be nothing different here.
But nothing is the same.
Never moved through what
But a lot more space.
The lights will not shine at night. 」

Is that what happened in a breakup? The world loses weight, the air is no longer bright, as if no one knows how sad I am, I feel that I am the most miserable person in the world. However, we hate to lose, but also so afraid of approaching, poetess Wislawa Szymborska in "Golden Anniversary" so write,

"They must have had a different point,
Water and Fire,
There must have been a huge difference,
Must have stolen and donated to each other
Lust, attacking each other's differences.
Holding tightly,
They steal and levy each other
It's been so long
The only air left in my arms
Transparent and clear after the lightning is gone. 」

You have me, I have you, whether it is comedy or tragedy? and L Chat, we all think, really no one can teach you what love is, Simpo silk card can not, love classics can not, fill love writer can not. However, love does not have to learn to start from their own experience, that is very good. L speak out good old school, but we all nod, "Love in any case, to have their own personality." 」

I said, 96, poetess Wislawa Szymborska won the Nobel Prize for literature, her acceptance speech, I like for a long time. "In poetic language, every word is weighed and nothing is unusual or normal." It is not unusual to have a cloud above a stone or a stone. There is no ordinary night after day and day. In short, no one exists, no one's existence is ordinary. 」

Dear, you too, your love is the same.