Wislawa Szymborska, the Polish poet who won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1996, died February 1 aged 88.
Szymborska [her name is pronounced vee-SWAHV-ah shimm-BOR-skah] wrote about 400 poems and published about 20 volumes.
You may recognize her name because I shared her poem “Any Case” on my blog last year.
She said of her poetry: “I borrow words weighed with pathos and then try hard to make them seem light.” (L.A. Times)
Some People Like Poetry
that is not everybody
Not even the majority but the minority.
Not counting the schools where one must,
and the poets themselves,
there will be perhaps two in a thousand.
but we also like chicken noodle soup,
we like compliments and the color blue,
we like our old scarves,
we like to have our own way,
we like to pet dogs.
but what is poetry.
More than one flimsy answer
has been given to that question.
And I don’t know, and don’t know, and I
cling to it as to a life line.
According to the article in The Huffington post:
Among her myriad admirers was Woody Allen, who, in the 2010 documentary Sometimes Life is Bearable, said of the poet, “She is able to capture the pointlessness and sadness of life, but somehow still be affirmative.”