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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

Czeslaw Milosz

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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Break Death Kind Life Moments Partition Separate Vision
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
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
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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Bone Flesh Myself Thinking
I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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Better Compose Form Philosophy Poetry
All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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End High Independent Ourselves Wisdom
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
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
For 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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Animal Country Destroy Flame Hard Past Speak Word
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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Anonymous Gun People Room Sound Truth Word
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
The true enemy of man is generalization.
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Enemy Generalization Man True
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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Death Illusion Live People Thinking
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Difficult Oneself Person Poetry Purpose Reminder
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Difference Fall Love
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
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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Believe Discover Human Learning Life Work
At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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Doubt Myself Night Precious Sunrise
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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Children Trust Truth Wisdom
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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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Branch Each Other Follow Line World
I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Definition Passionate Poet Poetry Pursuit Reality
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
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself

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