It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
CZESLAW MILOSZYou who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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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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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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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
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Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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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?
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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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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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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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The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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