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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

Czeslaw Milosz

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
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
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Failure Myself Reach Try
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
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
Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Difference Fall Love
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
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
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
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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Bone Flesh Myself Thinking
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
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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End High Independent Ourselves Wisdom
I’ve always regretted that I’m made of contradictions. But, if contradiction is impossible to overcome, we have to accept both its ends.
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Acceptance End Impossible Regret

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

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