You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
CZESLAW MILOSZI am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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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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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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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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The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.
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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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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
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