Here

Here

<P>An exciting collection of poems by Wislawa Szymborska. When <I>Here</I> was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, €œHow is it that she keeps getting better?€ These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought. <br><br>From the title poem: <br><br>I can€t speak for elsewhere, <br>but here on Earth we€ve got a fair supply of everything. <br>Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows, <br>scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips . . . <br><br>Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere, <br>you€re given your own torso here, <br>equipped with the accessories required <br>for adding your own children to the rest. <br>Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head. <br><br><br></P><br><P></P><br><P><DIV></DIV><DIV></DIV>