The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
By Wislawa Szymborska
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Copyright Ā© Wislawa Szymborska, S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh
Polysemic Stupor 
Word is itself, perhaps. It says little about itself, however. Not quite worm, not quite sword, but nonetheless, slippy and sharp.
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