Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
CZESLAW MILOSZI liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
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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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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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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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Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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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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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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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.
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Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.
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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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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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