Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
CZESLAW MILOSZFor 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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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
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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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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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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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