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And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

Czeslaw Milosz

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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Beyond Line Side Sunset World
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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Death Nation Sea Wealth
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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Better History Inspirational Passion Reason Voice
I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
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Custom Durable Language Myself
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.
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Demand Fear Himself Hope Precious Return See
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Children Memories Need Ourselves Save
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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Beyond Death Essence Forest Heaven Rise Run Sun Wait
I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
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Existence Myself River Suffering

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

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