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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

Czeslaw Milosz

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
CZESLAW MILOSZ

Growth Small Truth Yourself
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
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
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
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Failure Myself Reach Try
Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.
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Expression Form Generation Himself Inheritance Poet
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 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
When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
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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Change Earth Memories Present Report Thinking
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
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
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Catch Hold Illusion Man
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
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

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