she must be a variety. change so that nothing will change. it’s easy, impossible, tough going, worth a shot. her eyes are, as required, deep, blue, gray, dark merry, full of pointless tears.
from “a portrait of a woman” by w. szymborska
(...) naive yet giving the best advice. weak yet lifting the weightiest burdens(...)
(...) where's she running, isn't she exhousted? not a bit, a little, to death, it doesn't matter (...)