<szymborska's "on the tower of babel"> 2003-03-30.10:48 p.m. On the tower of Babel Wislawa Szymborska What time is it?--Yes, I'm happy and all I need is a bell round my neck to tinkle over you when you sleep. --Didn't you hear the storm, then? The wind shook the walls, the tower like a lion yawned with its huge gate on a groaning hinge.--Don't you remember? I wore a plain dark dress clasped over the shoulder.--And immediately the sky splintered in manifold blasts.--How could I have entered, you weren't alone. Suddenly I saw colours that predated sight.--Pity you can't promise.--You're right, must have been a dream.--Why do you lie, why do you call me by her name, do you love her still?--Oh yes, I'd like you to stay with me.--I'm not bitter, I should have guessed. --You keep thinking of him?--But I'm not crying. --And is that all?--No one but you. --At least you're honest--Don't worry, I'll be leaving town.--Don't worry, I'll go away.--Your hands so beautiful. --That's an old story, the blade cut through but left the bones intact.--No need to, really, my dear, no need.--I have no idea of the time, and I don't wish to have. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad