• Home
  • Poetry Prompts
  • For Writers
  • Daily Poem-Subscribe! ✨
  • Teaching Tools
  • Free Stuff + BOOKS
  • Patron Love

National Poetry Month Poetry Dare: Wisława Szymborska’s “Could Have”

By Will Willingham 21 Comments

It is difficult to explain good fortune.

I inspected a garage fire last week. I could tell you that I went further into the wreckage than I should have to get a better look at his tool chests. I could tell you that my cell phone rang while I stood under charred rafters that were buckling and broken beneath the weight of the roof. I could tell you that I stepped out of the garage to take the call just in time to hear the roof collapse behind me, onto the very spot where I had been standing just seconds before.

Of course, I could tell you all that and I would be lying, because it only took a couple of could-have-beens for me very early on in my career as an adjuster to decide that for some things, a zoom lens gets me close enough. So, no, the roof didn’t collapse on me. The roof didn’t even collapse. (Though it could have.)

If it had collapsed, we’d be talking about that fortuitous phone call: who it was from, why I broke my own rule about taking calls while on inspection, how it came to be that the person called at just that moment. We’d be talking about what would have happened if the call hadn’t come, if I’d have hit Ignore, if the homeowner had been standing in there with me at the same time.

We’d be trying to explain my good fortune, and I why I was spared being crushed under a roof when the homeowner wasn’t spared the conflagration of his garage. We’d be trying to explain his good fortune that the fire was confined to his garage and didn’t reach his home. And of course, that would take us back to trying to explain why his garage was up for grabs in the first place in this mad game of fates.

It’s difficult to explain good fortune, though that didn’t stop Wisława Szymborska from trying in her poem “Could Have.”

 

Could Have

It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.

You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.

You were in luck—there was a forest.
You were in luck—there were no trees.
You were in luck—a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
a jamb, a turn, a quarter inch, an instant.
You were in luck—just then a straw went floating by.

As a result, because, although, despite.
What would have happened if a hand, a foot,
within an inch, a hairsbreadth from
an unfortunate coincidence.

So you’re here? Still dizzy from another dodge, close shave, reprieve?
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn’t be more shocked or speechless.
Listen,
how your heart pounds inside me.

 

Szymborska has a way with repetition. Her use of cataloguing and contrasting images allows her to articulate the absurdity (just then a straw went floating by) of trying to give a reasonable explanation for something that is not readily explainable, without having to say straight out that there’s no reasonable explanation.

She sets it up in the first stanza with a clipped pace, and by the time I read the first two lines of the second stanza—You were saved because you were the first. / You were saved because you were the last—I’m sold. I can try to explain how I was saved from some impending disaster, but in the very next instance, it’ll be the opposite, and won’t I look ridiculous then: Because it was raining, because of the shade, there was a forest, there were no trees.

By the end, I can’t tell if she was literally moved by a dramatic escape or taking a playful jab at the one who’s made it through one more close shave, slipped through the one hole in the net. I’d like to think she could have gone either way.

***

And because I think these are things we can’t know, my response to the poem:

What You Couldn’t Have Known

If you’d made the flight,
you’d have argued
with the flight attendant
for two whole minutes
before she sighed
and trucked
your oversized bag
back to the front
past dead-
tired passengers
with carry-ons stowed
securely in the overhead bins.

Two minutes is short
beside a six-hour flight—
just enough time
so the bird
that flew
into
the engine
could have
been long gone.

__________________

I’m reading poems by Polish poet Wisława Szymborska every day in April as part of our National Poetry Month Poetry Dare,  and writing my own poems in response. I’ve read little, if any, of her work before, and that’s really the point of the dare: to spend time with a poet that is unfamiliar, and see what happens. Are you reading a particular poet each day? Maybe you are reading an eclectic mix you’ve put together, or the daily offerings of Every Day Poems. What do you find challenging about the daily practice or about your poet? What are you most enjoying? Share with us in the comments. And if you wrote about the dare on your blog, leave us a link.

Read about the National Poetry Month Poetry Dare
Browse more Wisława Szymborska

Want to share the Poetry Dare with the world? Grab a button to post on your website.

Poetry Dare: Tweetspeak Poetry

 

Photo by David Goehring,  Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by LW Lindquist.

 

______________________

Every Day Poems Driftwood

Dare yourself to read a poem, every day, starting today.

Buy a year of Every Day Poems, just $5.99

Read a poem a day, become a better poet. In April, we’re exploring the theme Cheese.

  • Author
  • Recent Posts
Will Willingham
Follow Will
Will Willingham
Director of Many Things; Senior Editor, Designer and Illustrator at Tweetspeak Poetry
I used to be a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. Now, I train other folks with ladders and tape measures to go and do likewise. Sometimes, when I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, I read Keats upside down. My first novel, Adjustments, is available now.
Will Willingham
Follow Will
Latest posts by Will Willingham (see all)
  • Book Club Announcement: The Reindeer Chronicles - January 11, 2021
  • Adjustments Excerpt: The Dinner Party - September 9, 2020
  • Poet Laura: Difficult to Forecast - August 26, 2020

Related

❤️✨ Sharing is caring

Filed Under: Blog, Catalog Poems, National Poetry Month, poetry, Poetry Dare, Wislawa Szymborska

About Will Willingham

I used to be a claims adjuster, helping people and insurance companies make sense of loss. Now, I train other folks with ladders and tape measures to go and do likewise. Sometimes, when I’m not scaling small buildings or crunching numbers with my bare hands, I read Keats upside down. My first novel, Adjustments, is available now.

Comments

  1. L.L. Barkat says

    April 16, 2014 at 9:58 am

    Oh! I do believe this is the very first poem I read of hers (several years ago now). Loved it. Yes, I too was sold.

    Somewhere I have a poem (or maybe I don’t, because sometimes I get rid of the big batch of poor ones) that utilizes the concept of her final line. The idea of someone else’s heart beating inside us is just so cool. (And now I am suddenly remembering that video we ran quite a ways back, about the heart transplant. Cool. 🙂 )

    Reply
    • Will Willingham says

      April 16, 2014 at 11:45 am

      I loved that last line, and really did alternate between finding it comical and then very dramatic.

      One of my favorite videos. 🙂

      Reply
  2. SimplyDarlene says

    April 16, 2014 at 10:48 am

    This doesn’t help my fear of flying. At. All.

    But, I do fancy the line about a straw floating by. There I was, deep in the woods, and then I see this straw –maybe it’s a small, red stirring type from a bigCity go coffee. Perhaps it’s a big, clear ‘un from a strawberry milkshake brought to the woods (but why?). Or it could be the first thing I imagined… a piece of straw from a harvested wheat field farther up the river.

    Reply
    • L.L. Barkat says

      April 16, 2014 at 11:11 am

      This. This is a poem. (Just needs poemification 😉 )

      Reply
    • Will Willingham says

      April 16, 2014 at 11:48 am

      That line cracked me up. It’s the one line to me that strikes me as random, not somehow joined to her repetitive phrases, and then the image is random on top of it.

      I had pictured a guy hiding in a swamp, and just as his pursuers arrive, the straw floats by and he’s able to duck under the water. Too many old movies in my childhood, I think. 😉 But I really liked the red stirring straw.

      One of you, go ahead and let’s get it poemified. 🙂

      Reply
      • SimplyDarlene says

        April 17, 2014 at 12:22 pm

        *Okay L.L. & Will –for the both of ya:

        You were in luck—just then a straw went floating by.

        I do fancy a
        float-
        ing straw.

        There I was, deep
        in the wooded thoughts
        of my mind when
        I saw this
        straw –

        Maybe it’s a small, red
        stirring type from a big
        City go
        coffee paper cup.

        Perhaps it’s a big, clear
        ‘un from a strawberry
        milk
        shake brought to my
        woods (but why?). Why not
        slurp it inside
        with burgers
        and fries and ketchup lips?

        Or it could’ve been the first
        thing
        I imagined, a leftover
        piece of harvest
        stalk-
        ing me
        from yonder wheat
        field
        farther up the
        river.

        Reply
        • L.L. Barkat says

          April 17, 2014 at 1:37 pm

          love 🙂

          (I might drop the dialect piece (‘un’), because those things tend to distract).

          I love the question about why it would have been brought to your woods, and then the hesitance… maybe *you* conjured it there either for real or in your imagination.

          Really nice, Darlene.

          Reply
          • SimplyDarlene says

            April 17, 2014 at 4:45 pm

            Thank you, L.L.

            I always learn so much from both the articles and the comment box dialogue.

            By the way, the first time I “met” you online, Laura B. referred to you as her poetry teacher. She was doing a book give-away. As fate would have it, I won the book. And I’ve not strayed far from either of you ladies. 😉

  3. Maureen Doallas says

    April 16, 2014 at 9:51 am

    Wonderful post and a great response via your own poem.

    Reply
    • Will Willingham says

      April 16, 2014 at 11:44 am

      Thanks, Maureen. I’m really happy with having chosen this poet for the month.

      Reply
  4. Donna says

    April 16, 2014 at 12:50 pm

    Terrific selection, and I love your response poem.
    This is the first I’ve seen it – she beautifully makes the case that we have had more near misses than we can ever, ever know- because, after all, here we are…..that is kind of miraculous to me.

    Reply
    • Will Willingham says

      April 16, 2014 at 4:23 pm

      Ah, and I was so busy being amused at the near-miss explanations that I missed this view of it, the wonder of this miracle. Thanks, Donna. 🙂

      Reply
      • Donna says

        April 16, 2014 at 6:17 pm

        😉

        Reply
      • Sandra Heska King says

        April 17, 2014 at 10:05 am

        You know, I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, Donna, when I start to feel regret about not having done this not having gone there. And I think about how maybe just those decisions (or decisions that were made for me) became salvations of sorts. Maybe I missed a near miss that might not have been a near miss.

        Reply
        • Donna says

          April 17, 2014 at 10:41 am

          🙂

          Reply
  5. Sandra Heska King says

    April 17, 2014 at 10:13 am

    Your poem reminded me of when Air Florida flight 80 crashed into the Potomac in 1982. My husband was traveling then and could have been on that plane. And I remember my fear when he never showed up at his hotel, and it was forever until I heard from him (no cell phones then.) As it was, he had been shuttled on a bus to somewhere because his own flight couldn’t take off.

    Also, he knew someone who was supposed to be on that flight, but at the last minute, his boss talked him into staying over one more night.

    Reply
    • Will Willingham says

      April 17, 2014 at 10:26 am

      The poem came from my fascination with our near-misses, and the idea that because, for instance, we missed the connecting flight, we were spared the crash. But as I thought about it, I realized that every action in such a sequence of events affects all of the others, even in just split-second, hairsbreadth ways. So if the person had not missed the connection? What other links may have been altered in the chain of events? Is it possible it could be just enough that the disaster could have been avoided altogether?

      A heck of a lot we just can’t know when it comes to might-have-beens, whether catastrophic events like storms or crashes, or the big and small life decisions we make every day. For myself, I have found as I’ve gotten older it doesn’t do me a lot of good to ponder the question. Just too many variables.

      Reply
  6. Carol J. Garvin says

    April 17, 2014 at 12:46 pm

    Love the original and your response! Life is a step-by-step process and occasionally I look back and wonder how very different mine might be if I’d taken a slightly different step along the way.

    I’ve said to friends who mourn some outcome, “You can’t live in the ‘if onlys’. Time moves us forward.” But in fiction the ‘if only’ and ‘what if’ can provide the basis for great story lines.

    Reply
  7. Ciona says

    October 5, 2014 at 11:41 am

    I can’t help but read this and think how lucky we all are to not have dodged this thing called life. How we all made it through a tiny net to be the pounding heart inside our mothers. It’s really so terribly difficult to bring life into this world . . .

    Reply

Trackbacks

  1. Two (more) After Wisława Szymborska says:
    April 30, 2014 at 10:16 am

    […] National Poetry Month Poetry Dare: Wisława Szymborska’s ”Could Have” – on explaining good fortune, and all the things that “could have” happened (but didn’t) […]

    Reply
  2. Wisława Szymborska’s “Could Have” says:
    January 16, 2017 at 9:04 am

    […] is a modified reprint of an article that first appeared at Tweetspeak Poetry with the title “National Poetry Month Poetry Dare: Wisława Szymborska’s ‘Could […]

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Take How to Read a Poem

Get the Introduction, the Billy Collins poem, and Chapter 1

get the sample now

Welcome to Tweetspeak

New to Tweetspeak Poetry? Start here, in The Mischief Café. You're a regular? Check out our January Menu.

Keep the World Poetic

❤️

Welcome a little patron love, when you help keep the world thoughtful and poetic.

5 FREE POETRY PROMPTS

Get 5 FREE inbox poetry prompts from the popular book How to Write a Poem

Join the Poetry Club

Join the poetry club, when you become a subscriber to Every Day Poems ✨

The classic—Now a Graphic Novel!

"Stunning, heartbreaking, and relevant illustrations"

Callie Feyen, teacher

read a summary of The Yellow Wallpaper

Recent Comments

  • Amy F on By Heart: ‘Everything Is Going To Be All Right’ + New W.H. Auden Challenge
  • Amy F on 30 Days to Richer Writing—Part I Community Room
  • Amy F on 30 Days to Richer Writing—Part I Community Room
  • Pam on 30 Days to Richer Writing—Part I Community Room

Featured In

We're happy to have been featured in...

The Huffington Post

The Paris Review

The New York Observer

Tumblr Book News

Join Tweetspeak Poetry

Categories

Explore Work From Black Poets

Learn to Write Form Poems

How to Write an Acrostic

How to Write a Ballad

How to Write a Catalog Poem

How to Write a Ghazal

How to Write a Haiku

How to Write an Ode

How to Write a Pantoum

How to Write a Rondeau

How to Write a Sestina

How to Write a Sonnet

How to Write a Villanelle

Free Printable Poet Bios

Browse all poet bios now

Shakespeare Resources

Poetry Classroom: Sonnet 18

Common Core Picture Poems: Sonnet 73

Sonnet 104 Annotated

Sonnet 116 Annotated

Character Analysis: Romeo and Juliet

Character Analysis: Was Hamlet Sane or Insane?

Why Does Hamlet Wait to Kill the King?

10 Fun Shakespeare Resources

About Shakespeare: Poet and Playwright

Top 10 Shakespeare Sonnets

See all 154 Shakespeare sonnets in our Shakespeare Library!

About Us

  • • Our Story
  • • Meet Our Team
  • • Literary Citizenship
  • • Poet Laura
  • • Poetry for Life: The 5 Vital Approaches
  • • T. S. Poetry Press – All Books
  • • Contact Us

Write With Us

  • • 5 FREE Poetry Prompts-Inbox Delivery
  • • 30 Days to Richer Writing Workshop
  • • How to Write Form Poems-Infographics
  • • Poetry Club Tea Date
  • • Poetry Prompts
  • • Submissions

Read With Us

  • • All Our Books
  • • A Ritual to Read to Each Other
  • • Best Love Poetry
  • • Book Club
  • • Children’s Book Club
  • • Every Day Poems
  • • Literacy Extras
  • • Literary Analysis
  • • Poems to Listen By: Audio Series
  • • Poets and Poems
  • • VerseWrights Journal
  • • William Blake Poems Arts & Experience Library
  • • William Shakespeare Sonnet Library

Celebrate With Us

  • • Poem on Your Pillow Day
  • • Poetic Earth Month
  • • Poet in a Cupcake Day
  • • Poetry at Work Day
  • • Random Acts of Poetry Day
  • • Take Your Poet to School Week
  • • Take Your Poet to Work Day

Gift Ideas

  • • Give the Gift of Every Day Poems
  • • Our Shop
  • • Everybody Loves a Book!

Connect

  • • Donate
  • • Blog Buttons
  • • By Heart
  • • Shop for Tweetspeak Fun Stuff

Copyright © 2021 Tweetspeak Poetry · Site by The Willingham Enterprise · FAQ & Disclosure