If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
CZESLAW MILOSZI am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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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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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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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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For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
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I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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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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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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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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Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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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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