Written by Nidheesh Tyagi, In one of her late poems, Wislawa Szymborska is describing 9/11, seen through the image of a man falling from the bombed twin tower in New York. His hair is still not out of place, the change from his pocket still not falling. We know what happens to the person, but we don’t see it. She punctuates that moment in the air, in life, in a leap into nothingness with a possible chance. And the impossibility of it all. She leaves the said unsaid, finishing the poem with: I can do only two things for them—...
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