Poetic Obituaries: And here she is on a phenomenon

of our times, in "The Terrorist, He's Watching": "The bomb in the bar will explode at thirteen twenty./Now it's just thirteen sixteen./There's still time for some to go in,/and some to come out." After describing the lucky ones who go out and the unlucky ones who go in, and the unluckiest of all, the one who returns for "his crummy gloves," the bomb does what it must: "it explodes."

from The Huffington Post: Wislawa Szymborska, Nobel Poet: An Appreciation

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