A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
CZESLAW MILOSZI 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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The true enemy of man is generalization.
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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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Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
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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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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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A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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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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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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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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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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