Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
CZESLAW MILOSZThe voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
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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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Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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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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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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Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?
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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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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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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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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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