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We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

Czeslaw Milosz

I 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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Bone Flesh Myself Thinking
Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Difference Fall Love
It was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy.
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Book. Philosophy Country Fate Influence Realization Time
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
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
He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.
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Demand Fear Himself Hope Precious Return See
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Hospital Human Walk Weakness Winter
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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Branch Each Other Follow Line World
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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Custom Durable Language Myself
Language is the only homeland.
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Home Land Language
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Children Memories Need Ourselves Save
I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
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Myself Skills Strength Trace Wisdom Young
Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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Calm Goodness Lost Oblivion Sin Yourself
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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Better History Inspirational Passion Reason Voice

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