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Nothing has changed The body is susceptible

Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain
it must eat and breathe air and sleep
it has thin skin and blood right underneath
an adequate stock of teeth and nails
its bones are breakable its joints are stretchable.
In tortures all this is taken into account.

Nothing has changed.
The body shudders as it shuddered
before the founding of Rome and after
in the twentieth century before and after Christ.
Tortures are as they were it""s just the earth that""s grown smaller
and whatever happens seems right on the other side of the wall.

Nothing has changed. It""s just that there are more people
besides the old offenses new ones have appeared
real imaginary temporary and none
but the howl with which the body responds to them
was is and ever will be a howl of innocence
according to the time honored scale and tonality.

Nothing has changed. Maybe just the manners ceremonies dances.
Yet the movement of the hands in protecting the head is the same.
The body writhes jerks and tries to pull away
its legs give out it falls the knees fly up
it turns blue swells salivates and bleeds.

Nothing has changed. Except for the course of boundaries
the line of forests coasts deserts and glaciers.
Amid these landscapes traipses the soul
disappears comes back draws nearer moves away
alien to itself elusive at times certain at others uncertain of its own existence
while the body is and is and is
and has no place of its own. .

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by:- admin posted in:- wislawa szymborska

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