How did I manage to completely miss the passing of my favorite poet? Oh yes, because the past few days have been a shitstorm of everything.

The Szymborska Poem Above My Desk - Dana Stevens for Slate

For the record, if you are shopping by translation, the best are hands-down those by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak. I too have a Wislawa Szymborska poem they translated that I ripped from the pages of a 2004 New Yorker and have had hanging for years - no longer above my desk though, instead beside my bed. It’s a good place for her to be.