Without Lifting A Finger

Like her (love a lot of her) but I wasn't really crazy about "Some Like Poetry" when I first read it. Part of what nettled me was the ending (variously translated). Anyway, I found the original and a few "versions" (see below), and may (I have a Polka in my house) eventually include a version of my own. * Niektórzy lubią poezję Niektórzy - czyli nie wszyscy. Nawet nie większość wszystkich ale mniejszość. Nie licząc szkół, gdzie się musi, i samych poetów, będzie tych osób chyba dwie na tysiąc. Lubią - ale lubi się także rosół z makaronem, lubi się komplementy i kolor niebieski, lubi się stary szalik, lubi się stawiać na swoim, lubi się głaskać psa. Poezję - Tylko co to takiego poezja. Niejedna chwiejna odpowiedź na to pytanie już padła. A ja nie wiem i nie wiem i trzymam się tego Jak zbawiennej poręczy. * From Google Translate: Some like poetry Some - that is not all . Not even the majority of all but a small minority...

A fellow Szymborska admirer passed this one on to me. Perhaps not her best, but even mediocre Szymborska outshines most of the competition (though there is no competition). Some Like Poetry Some - thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools, where one has to, and the poets themselves, there might be two people per thousand. Like - but one also likes chicken soup with noodles, one likes compliments and the color blue, one likes an old scarf, one likes having the upper hand, one likes stroking a dog. Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it like to a sustaining railing. [ Translated by Regina Grol ]