A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
BORIS PASTERNAKAs far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.
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In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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