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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.

Czeslaw Milosz

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
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.
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Earth Forget Reason Sparkle Suffering Yourself
I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
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Custom Durable Language Myself
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.
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Distant Love Way Yourself
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
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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Change Color Conscious Consent Man Primary Sleep
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
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Catch Hold Illusion Man
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
It was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy.
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Book. Philosophy Country Fate Influence Realization Time
The true enemy of man is generalization.
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Enemy Generalization Man True
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.
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Appearance End Man Old Repeat White Willing World
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing

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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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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