How frail is a ray of starlight, bending in any old space!

I found this interesting because this is the only place in the poem with consecutive exclamation points for punctuation. I think this was significant because she's comparing space to pi, while pi is infinite and space is thought to be one of the few things that could be (or is) infinite as well. 

Emma Wetzel

when forced by circumstances:

it's better not to know,

not even approximately.

This stanza intrigues me because it makes me wonder what the statistic would be. It also implies that there is a large number of people who would be cruel, so it is better not to know which makes the reader question what they believe about human nature.

Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface"

Szymborska demonstrates how normally, truth is hard to access. It "breaks" from it's habitat instead of always being accessible. 

when forced by circumstances:

it's better not to know,

not even approximately." 
This reminded me of what we have been learning in psychology, experiments to discover this statistic are considered unethical to do, even if nobody actually gets hurt because you can't give the participants that knowledge of their capacity for cruelty

and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches

turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave

and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

one hundred out of one hundred—

a figure that has never varied yet.
 
I like how the last stanza in the poem ties all of the people in question together. The entire poem is about implied differences and variation. While this last stanza can be viewed as rather pessimistic, I think it forces inclusion on humanity and pushes the concept that we as human beings are more similar than we think. 

Emma Wetzel

and without a flashlight in the dark:

eighty-three, sooner or later.

 

Those who are just:

quite a few at thirty-five.

 

But if it takes effort to understand:

three.

 

Worthy of empathy:

ninety-nine.

twenty-some-odd at most."
"Doubled over in pain

and without a flashlight in the dark:

eighty-three, sooner or later." 
I wonder if she meant for these two to basically add up to 100, like there's only pain, or happiness. 
Also, I don't agree with the capable of happiness. I would say that everyone is capable of happiness, it's just that some aren't happy.

and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches

turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave

and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life

Aside from this, a part I like about Utopia is the fact that it opens up with certainty, with it being as solid as the ground beneath your feet, and ends with uncertainty, being unfathomable like the sea