Virginity

Anna SwirAnna Swir

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One must be brave to live through  
a day. What remains
is nothing but the pleasure of longing—very precious.Longing
purifies as does flying, strengthens as does an effort,  
it fashions the soul
as work
fashions the belly.It is like an athlete, like a runner  
who will never
stop running. And this
gives him endurance.Longing
is nourishing for the strong.  
It is like a window
on a high tower, through which  
blows the wind of strength.Longing,
Virginity of happiness.
Anna Swir
About the poet

Anna Swir

1909 - 1984/PolishAnna Swir (Świrszczyńska) was born in Warsaw, Poland, to an artistic though impoverished family. She worked from an early age, supporting herself while she attended university to study medieval Polish literature. In the 1930s she worked for…

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