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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

Czeslaw Milosz

Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Catch Hold Illusion Man
Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
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Awakening Call Lips Protest Run Scream Word
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Failure Myself Reach Try
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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Different Efficient Form Reaction Technique
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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God Growth Hero Hurt Transformation
What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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Nation People Poetry Save
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
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General Oneself Poetry Purpose Reminder
Language is the only homeland.
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Home Land Language
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Children Memories Need Ourselves Save
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.
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Appearance End Man Old Repeat White Willing World
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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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Achievement Allow Finish Oneself Reality Settle Thinking
Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?
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Fear Listening Night Wake Up Yourself
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Hospital Human Walk Weakness Winter
When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself

At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.

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