wislawa szymborska

• nic dwa razy (nothing twice) kitabi 1997 yilinda yayinlanmis ve sairin secme siirlerini derlemistir. nic dwa razy gercekten de en guzel siirlerinden biridir sairin.
  
  nic dwa razy (nothing twice)
  
  nothing can ever happen twice.
  in consequence, the sorry fact is
  that we arrive here improvised
  and leave without the chance to practice.
  
  even if there is no one dumber,
  if you're the planet's biggest dunce,
  you can't repeat the class in summer:
  this course is only offered once.
  
  no day copies yesterday,
  no two nights will teach what bliss is
  in precisely the same way,
  with precisely the same kisses.
  
  one day, perhaps some idle tongue
  mentions your name by accident:
  i feel as if a rose were flung
  into the room, all hue and scent.
  
  the next day, though you're here with me,
  i can't help looking at the clock:
  a rose? a rose? what could that be?
  is that a flower of a rock?
  
  why do we treat the fleeting day
  with so much needless fear and sorrow?
  it's in its nature not to say
  today is always gone tomorrow
  
  with smiles and kisses, we prefer
  to seek accord beneath our star,
  although we're different (we concur)
  just as two drops of water are.
  
  by wislawa szymborska
  translated by stanislaw baranczak and clare cavanagh