Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.
CZESLAW MILOSZWhat is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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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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The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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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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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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Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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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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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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We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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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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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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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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