我站到这个讲坛上来,对于所有认为人生无法预料,而且复杂惊人,只有靠天赐良机,并加以称颂的人们,应当是一个证据。我在学生时代,经常阅读当时在波兰出版的一套“诺贝尔奖获得者丛书”。我还记得那些字体的样子和纸张的颜色。当时我这样想,诺贝尔奖金获得者都是些作家,即用散文写厚书的人,甚至得知他们中间还有诗人时,我好久也不能摆脱那个观念。当然,到1930年,我在我们的大学刊物《母校维尔嫩锡什》上发表最初的诗作,并没有奢望一个作家的头衔。很久以后,我由于选择孤独,并给自己一个奇怪的职 I have come to this rostrum and should be a sign of evidence for all who think life is unpredictable and complex and alarming, and that only good and good news can be given. In my student days, I often read a set of “Nobel Prize Winners Series” published in Poland at that time. I still remember the look of those fonts and the color of the paper. At that time, I thought, Nobel Prize winners are writers who write thick books in essays. Even when I learned there was a poet among them, I could not get out of that idea for a long time. Of course, by 1930, I published my first verse in our university publication, Alma Verde, and did not expect a writer’s title. A long time later, I chose to be lonely and gave myself a strange job