Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
CZESLAW MILOSZThe voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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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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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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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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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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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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From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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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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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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