The soul exceeds its circumstances.
CZESLAW MILOSZBe young forever, seasons of the earth.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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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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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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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.
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I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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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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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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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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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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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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