âEven if you called I wouldnât hear you, and even if I heard I wouldnât turn, and even if I made that impossible gesture, your face would seem a strangerâs face to me.â
â Wislawa Szymborska, from Landscape in âPoems: New And Collected 1957-1997â [translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh]






















