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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.

Czeslaw Milosz

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Difference Fall Love
What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
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Achievement Allow Finish Oneself Reality Settle Thinking
I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Definition Passionate Poet Poetry Pursuit Reality
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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Awakening Call Lips Protest Run Scream Word
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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Attribute Description Desire Eyes Himself See
From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
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Believe Flame Knife Life Myself
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
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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End High Independent Ourselves Wisdom
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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Beyond Line Side Sunset World
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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Expression Form Generation Himself Inheritance Poet
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry

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