Wislawa Szymborska. A good English translation of the poetry of the winner of the Nobel prize for literature, 1996, Wislawa Szymborska, is available from Forest Books

WRONG NUMBER: A telephone's been ringing in a gallery room; at midnight, when there's no one there;; had there been someone sleeping, he'd now be aware,; but here are only sleepless bards of doom,; holding their breath and with a vacant look,; while the seemingly lively wife of a crook; stares fixedly at that ringing box,; but no, no, she doesn't move her arm,; she's caught, mutely passive, like the rest; who inattentively ignore the alarm,; displaying, I swear it, greater black humour; than if the chamberlain himself had left the frame; (though nothing save silence rings in his ears).; And as regards the fact that someone in town; is naively not putting the receiver down,; having dialled wrongly - he lives and therefore errs.
by Wislawa Szymborska Translated from the Polish by Adam Czerniawski