Su: "In Heraclitus’s River": In Heraclitus’s River In Heraclitus’s river a fish is busy fishing, a fish guts a fish with a sharp fish, a fish builds a fish, a fish lives in a fish, a fish escapes from a fish under siege. In Heraclitus’s river a fish loves a fish, your eyes, it says, glow like the fishes in the sky, I would swim at your side to the sea we will share, o fairest of the shoal. In Heraclitus’s river a fish has imagined the fish of all fish, a fish kneels to the fish, a fish sings to the fish, a fish begs the fish to ease its fishy lot. In Heraclitus’s river I, the solitary fish, a fish apart (apart at least from the tree fish and the stone fish), write, at isolated moments, a tiny fish or two whose glittering scales, so fleeting, may only be the dark’s embarrassed wink.

In Heraclitus’s river a fish is busy fishing, a fish guts a fish with a sharp fish, a fish builds a fish, a fish lives in a fish, a fish escapes from a fish under siege. In Heraclitus’s river a fish loves a fish, your eyes, it says, glow like the fishes in the sky, I would swim at your side to the sea we will share, o fairest of the shoal. In Heraclitus’s river a fish has imagined the fish of all fish, a fish kneels to the fish, a fish sings to the fish, a fish begs the fish to ease its fishy lot. In Heraclitus’s river I, the solitary fish, a fish apart (apart at least from the tree fish and the stone fish), write, at isolated moments, a tiny fish or two whose glittering scales, so fleeting, may only be the dark’s embarrassed wink.

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Poems New and Collected Wislawa Szymborska

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