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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.

Czeslaw Milosz

Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.
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Distant Love Way Yourself
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 has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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
Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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Attribute Description Desire Eyes Himself See
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
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
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
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
It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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Communication Experience Impossible Knowledge People
Language is the only homeland.
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Home Land Language
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death – the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
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Belief Betrayal Death Judgement People Theory Thinking True
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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Earth Forget Reason Sparkle Suffering Yourself
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Children Memories Need Ourselves Save
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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Different Efficient Form Reaction Technique
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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Beyond Death Essence Forest Heaven Rise Run Sun Wait
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
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
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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Children Trust Truth Wisdom
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself
I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
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Book Born Imagination Myself People Radiant Woman
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

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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