A Poem A Day

The Three Oddest Words

by Wislawa Szymborska

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold.

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