The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
CZESLAW MILOSZYet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
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We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
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For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
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The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.
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It’s true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I’ve devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.
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The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.
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