I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
CZESLAW MILOSZWhen I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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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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On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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It was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy.
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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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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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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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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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Irony is the glory of slaves.
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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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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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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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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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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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