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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

I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
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Book Born Imagination Myself People Radiant Woman
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
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
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
I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Definition Passionate Poet Poetry Pursuit Reality
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
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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Acceptance Defect Endurance Human Introduction Material Oneself Passive
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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Existence Myself River Suffering
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
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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Awakening Call Lips Protest Run Scream Word
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself
Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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Calm Goodness Lost Oblivion Sin Yourself
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
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself
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

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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