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

Czeslaw Milosz

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
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
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself
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
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Failure Myself Reach Try
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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Catch Hold Illusion Man
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Difficult Oneself Person Poetry Purpose Reminder
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
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
From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
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Believe Flame Knife Life Myself
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
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Awakening Call Lips Protest Run Scream Word
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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Believe Discover Human Learning Life Work

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