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It’s true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I’ve devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.

Czeslaw Milosz

I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
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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Death Illusion Live People Thinking
Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?
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Fear Listening Night Wake Up Yourself
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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Change Earth Memories Present Report Thinking
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
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
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
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General Oneself Poetry Purpose Reminder
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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Anonymous Gun People Room Sound Truth Word
For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
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Animal Country Destroy Flame Hard Past Speak Word
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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Doubt Myself Night Precious Sunrise
Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.
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Date Death Feeling Poet Remember Safety Writing Yourself
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself
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

It’s true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I’ve devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.

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It’s true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I’ve devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.

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