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He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

Czeslaw Milosz

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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Art Day Irony Myself Praise Thinking True Value
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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Death Nation Sea Wealth
Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?
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Change Color Conscious Consent Man Primary Sleep
I 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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Change Earth Memories Present Report Thinking
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
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
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
You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
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Death Illusion Live People Thinking
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
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 purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
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General Oneself Poetry Purpose Reminder
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
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 a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself

He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

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He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

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