Blame Szymborska

Note: I wrote this about one of my favourite writers to win the Nobel, the late poet Wislawa Szymborska. It is just a weak attempt to copy a style I admire in a modern writer.

Blame her for this.

I hadn't lifted my pen for anything

besides letters, lecture notes,

and the utmost importance of

course reports for previous semesters.

Blame her

for me trying to write again.

I have no other alibi for

my laughter over translations,

misunderstandings, seasons, families,

how love really works,

and the ocean of a bodybuilder's torso

(must head to the gym soon).

Don't blame her

for my weaknesses against politics,

the dull thread of my history

or the real lack of humour

in my verses

(totally culpable).

Blame her

for making poetry

that makes the modern warm,

the complex understood,

the impossible bearable, and

the art of living

worth the gems of words.

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