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Joanna Galadyk

This poem discusses how every moment is unique and cannot be repeated or relived. The poet notes that we only experience life once without the chance to practice or redo experiences, and each day is different from the last as no two moments are exactly alike, even with the same people and actions. The poem encourages appreciating each fleeting moment rather than dwelling on their inevitable passing.

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Nothing twice. Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is That we arrive here improvised And leave without the chance to practice. Even if there is no one dumber, If you are the planets biggest dunce, You cant repeat the class in summer; This course is only offered once. No day copies yesterday, No two nights will teach what bliss is In precisely the same way, With exactly the same kisses, One day, perhaps, some idle tongue Mentions your name by accident: I feel as rose were flung Into the room, all hue and scent. The next day, though youre here with me, I cant looking at the clock: A rose? A rose? What could that be? Is it a flower or a rock?
Why do we treat the fleeting day With so much needless fear and sorrow? Its in its nature not to stay: Today is always gone tomorrow. With smiles and kisses, we prefer To seek accord beneath our star, Although were different (we concur) Just as two drops of water are. WisawaSzymborska

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Nothing twice

  • 1. Nothing twice. Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is That we arrive here improvised And leave without the chance to practice. Even if there is no one dumber, If you are the planets biggest dunce, You cant repeat the class in summer; This course is only offered once. No day copies yesterday, No two nights will teach what bliss is In precisely the same way, With exactly the same kisses, One day, perhaps, some idle tongue Mentions your name by accident: I feel as rose were flung Into the room, all hue and scent. The next day, though youre here with me, I cant looking at the clock: A rose? A rose? What could that be? Is it a flower or a rock?
  • 2. Why do we treat the fleeting day With so much needless fear and sorrow? Its in its nature not to stay: Today is always gone tomorrow. With smiles and kisses, we prefer To seek accord beneath our star, Although were different (we concur) Just as two drops of water are. WisawaSzymborska