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Czeslaw Milosz

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Hospital Human Walk Weakness Winter
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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Different Efficient Form Reaction Technique
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 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
When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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Growth Hands Love Man Moon Weight
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 child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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Children Trust Truth Wisdom
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
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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
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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Art Day Irony Myself Praise Thinking True Value
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
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Difficult Oneself Person Poetry Purpose Reminder
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death – the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
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Belief Betrayal Death Judgement People Theory Thinking True
What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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Nation People Poetry Save

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