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?
CZESLAW MILOSZThe history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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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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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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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 revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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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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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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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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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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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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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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