Here

<strong>A "delectable and profound" collection of poems from Nobel Prize–winner Szymborska (<em>Booklist</em>).</strong><br/><br/>When <em>Here</em> was published in Poland, reviewers marveled, “How is it that she keeps getting better?” <br/><br/>These twenty-seven poems, as rendered by prize-winning translators Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak, are among her greatest ever. Whether writing about her teenage self, microscopic creatures, or the upsides to living on Earth, she remains a virtuoso of form, line, and thought.<br/><br/>From the title poem:<br/><br/>I can’t speak for elsewhere, <br/>but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything. <br/>Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows, <br/>scissors, tenderness, transistors, violins, teacups, dams, and quips. . .<br/><br/>Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere, <br/>you’re given your own torso here,<br/>equipped with the accessories required<br/>for adding your own children to the rest.<br/>Not to mention arms, legs, and astonished head.