I worked to sprout leaves. I tried to take root.I held my breath to speed things up, and waitedfor the petals to enclose me.Merciless song, you leave me with my lone,nonconvertible, unmetamorphic body:I’m one-time-only to the marrow of my bones. —Wisława Szymborska, translated by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak