Three Oddest Words

by Wislawa Szymborska


Original Language Polish

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 nonbeing can hold.

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Three Oddest Words