You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
CZESLAW MILOSZOnly 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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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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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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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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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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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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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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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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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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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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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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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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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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Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
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