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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

Czeslaw Milosz

I’ve always regretted that I’m made of contradictions. But, if contradiction is impossible to overcome, we have to accept both its ends.
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Acceptance End Impossible Regret
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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Date Death Feeling Poet Remember Safety Writing Yourself
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
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
When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
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
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
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
And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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Beyond Death Essence Forest Heaven Rise Run Sun Wait
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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Death Nation Sea Wealth
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
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
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Failure Myself Reach Try
Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Difference Fall Love
From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
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Believe Flame Knife Life Myself

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

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