<szymborska's "funeral"> 2002-11-25.12:04 a.m. Funeral Wislawa Szymborska --so suddenly, who could have guessed --nerves, and cigarettes, I did warn him --passably, thank you --unwrap those flowers --in his brother's case it was the heart, must be in the family --I would never recognise you with that beard --only himself to blame, always mixed up in something --that new one was the speak, can't see him --Kazek's in Warsaw, Tadek's abroad --only you were clever enough to take an umbrella --he was the ablest--doesn't matter now --it's a connecting room, Basia won't agree --yes, he was right, but that's no excuse --door varnishing included--guess how much --two yolks, a spoonful of sugar --not his business, shouldn't have meddled --only in blue and only in small sizes --five times and never any answer --all right, I could have, and so could you --at least she held down that little job --no idea, probably relatives --the priest's quite a Belmondo --I've never been in this part of the cemetery --I dreamt about him last week, had a premonition --the daughter is quite pretty --we're all in the same boat --condolences to the widow, must rush --but it used to sound more dignified in Latin --it's all in the past now --goodbye, Marta --let's find a beer somewhere --give me a ring, we'll talk --catch a 4 or a 12 --I go this way --we go over there back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad