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First Love
(2 July 1923 – 1 February 2012 / Prowent)

First Love

Poem By Wislawa Szymborska

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.

Translated by Joanna Trzeciak

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Certain poets will be remembered forever. She is one of them. Considered by many to be one of Poland's greatest poets. And this poem, as good as it is, doesn't even come close to her best. But it's darn good. Talk about a different take on first love! And the emotion expressed! And this is just the translation! Suffice it to say that I'm a big fan.
First love sometimes dies......
Remembered but in dreams before sleep came, Lost in the memory of the tree's A noble savage there gave room inside his head, Both held their breath.. iip.. james
Not even a ribbon! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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. A poem for all ages to come. Love is eternal irrespective of the angle you look upon. Thanks and congrats poet.


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