Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
CZESLAW MILOSZThe voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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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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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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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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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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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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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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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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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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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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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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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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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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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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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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