First Love
by Wislawa Szymborska
translated by Joanna Trzeciak

They say
the first love is the most important.
That's very romantic
but it's not the case with me.

There was something between us yet there wasn't.
It transpired and expired.

My hands don't tremble,
when I stumble upon small mementos
or a stack of letters wrapped in twine
—not even a ribbon.

Our only meeting after all these years
is a conversation between two chairs
at a cold table.

Other loves
still breathe deeply within me.
This one lacks the breath to sigh.

But still, just the way it is,
it can do what the rest are not yet able to do:
unremembered
not even dreamt of
it accustoms me to death.

Wawa Sk
18 April 1989

She goes where she will with love, without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and only herself. Shukran.

Kindness in words creates confidence,
kindness in thinking creates profoundness,
kindness in giving creates love.

I listen with my ears,
I see with my eyes,
I think with my mind,
I learn by what i listen, see and think with my heart.

*

Wawa Sk

Author blogged since 2004. Her fond memories below;

Memoirs
» destiny
» first film
» true friends
» beautiful day
» can you fit the bill?
» stronger
» redemption
» basics of love
» friends?
» unsure tie
» a word
» i am
» hot and sexy
» unfinished
» passion - long way
» first ♥
» let there be
» ghaibmu
» passion
» gubra
» what's the price?
» signs
» hmm
» argh
» insanity
» lagenda
» my turn?
» 20 April 2005
» chapter 17
» ego

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