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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.

Czeslaw Milosz

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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Different Efficient Form Reaction Technique
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Catch Hold Illusion Man
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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General Oneself Poetry Purpose Reminder
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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Doubt Myself Night Precious Sunrise
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
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Death Illusion Live People Thinking
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself
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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Break Death Kind Life Moments Partition Separate Vision
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Difficult Oneself Person Poetry Purpose Reminder
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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Growth Hands Love Man Moon Weight
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Hospital Human Walk Weakness Winter
I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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Better Compose Form Philosophy Poetry
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.
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Appearance End Man Old Repeat White Willing World
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry

Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.

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