From: "Sounds, Feelings, Thoughts: Seventy Poems by Wislawa Szymborska

In my dreams
I paint like Vemeer van Delft.

I speak fluent Greek
and not just with the living.

I drive a car
that does what I want it to.

I am gifted
and write mighty epics.

I hear voices
as clearly as any venerable saint.

My brilliance as a pianst
would stun you.

I fly the way we ought to,
i.e., on my own.

Falling from the roof,
I tumble gently to the grass.

I don't find it hard
to breath under water.

I can't complain
I've succeeded in discovering
Atlantis.

I'm delighted that just before dying
I always manage to wake up.

After the outbreak of war
I turn over on my other side.

I am but I need not be
a child of my time.

A few years ago
I saw two sons.

And day before yesterday a
penguin
with the utmost clarity.