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?
CZESLAW MILOSZAt every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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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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Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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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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Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?
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Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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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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If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.
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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
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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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Language is the only homeland.
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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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