
Dreams
‘if anything fits,
it’s accidental,
and for one reason only,
that in our dreamings,
in their shadowings and gleamings,
in their multiplings, inconceivablings,
in their haphazardings and widescatterings
at times even a clear-cut meaning
may slip through.’
from Dreams, Wisława Szymborska
Read the full poem on Poetry Foundation: here.
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