What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
CZESLAW MILOSZI 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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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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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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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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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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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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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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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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Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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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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If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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