Today an amazing poem by\u00a0\u00a0Wis\u0142awa Szymborska (a Polish poet, essayist, translator and recipient of the 1996 Nobel Prize in Literature), translated and with pronunciation:<\/p>\n
Negatyw<\/strong><\/p>\n Na niebie burym<\/strong> Na lewo, czyli na prawo,<\/strong> Na twojej ciemnej twarzy jasne cienie.<\/strong> Sprawiasz wra\u017cenie ducha<\/strong> (poniewa\u017c jeszcze zaliczam si\u0119 do nich,<\/strong> I nie sk\u0105pi\u0107 mu pyta\u0144 na \u017cadn\u0105 odpowied\u017a,<\/strong> Negative<\/em><\/p>\n Against a grayisch sky<\/em> On the left, that is, the right,<\/em> Light shadows on your dark face.<\/em> You look like a ghost<\/em> (And since I still number among them,<\/em> And not grudge questions to any of his answers<\/em>
\nchmurka jeszcze bardziej bura<\/strong>
\nz czarn\u0105 obw\u00f3dk\u0105 s\u0142o\u0144ca.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nbia\u0142a ga\u0142\u0105\u017a czere\u015bni z czarnymi kwiatami.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nZasiad\u0142e\u015b przy stoliku<\/strong>
\ni po\u0142o\u017cy\u0142e\u015b na nim poszarza\u0142e r\u0119ce.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nkt\u00f3ry pr\u00f3buje wywo\u0142ywa\u0107 \u017cywych.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\npowinnam mu si\u0119 zjawi\u0107 i wystuka\u0107:<\/strong>
\ndobranoc , czyli dzie\u0144 dobry,<\/strong>
\n\u017cegnaj , czyli witaj.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nje\u015bli dotycz\u0105 \u017cycia,<\/strong>
\nczyli burzy przed cisz\u0105.)\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n
\na grayer cloud<\/em>
\nrimmed black by the sun.<\/em><\/p>\n
\na white cherry branch with black blossoms.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nYou’d just taken a seat at the table<\/em>
\nand put your hands, gone pray, upon it.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwho’s trying to summon up the living.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI should appear to him and tap:<\/em>
\ngood night, that is, good morning,<\/em>
\nfarewell, that is, hello.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nconcerning life,<\/em>
\nthat storm before the clam).<\/em><\/p>\n