What has no shadow has no strength to live.
CZESLAW MILOSZThe purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
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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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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Language is the only homeland.
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And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
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Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.
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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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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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We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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