What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
CZESLAW MILOSZThe living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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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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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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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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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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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
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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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The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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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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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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