<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Joy Of Writing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why does this written doe bound through these written woods?<br>For a drink of written water from a spring<br>whose surface will xerox her soft muzzle?<br>Why does she lift her head; does she hear something?<br>Perched on four slim legs borrowed from the truth,<br>she pricks up her ears beneath my fingertips.<br>Silence - this word also rustles across the page<br>and parts the boughs<br>that have sprouted from the word 'woods.'<br>Lying in wait, set to pounce on the blank page,<br>are letters up to no good,<br>clutches of clauses so subordinate<br>they'll never let her get away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each drop of ink contains a fair supply<br>of hunters, equipped with squinting eyes behind their sights,<br>prepared to swarm the sloping pen at any moment,<br>surround the doe, and slowly aim their guns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They forget that what's here isn't life.<br>Other laws, black on white, obtain.<br>The twinkling of an eye will take as long as I say,<br>and will, if I wish, divide into tiny eternities,<br>full of bullets stopped in mid-flight.<br>Not a thing will ever happen unless I say so.<br>Without my blessing, not a leaf will fall,<br>not a blade of grass will bend beneath that little hoof's full stop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there then a world<br>where I rule absolutely on fate?<br>A time I bind with chains of signs?<br>An existence become endless at my bidding?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joy of writing.<br>The power of preserving.<br>Revenge of a mortal hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wislawa+Szymborska">Wislawa Szymborska</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124998" data-title="The Joy Of Writing de Wislawa Szymborska" data-description="Why does this written doe bound through these written woods?/For a drink of written water from a spring/whose surface will xerox her soft muzzle?/Why does she lift her head; does she hear something?/Perched on four slim legs borrowed from the trut..."></div> </div> </div>

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