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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.

Czeslaw Milosz

Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
Irony is the glory of slaves.
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Glory Irony One Liner Slave
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
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
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
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
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
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
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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
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
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Failure Myself Reach Try
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself

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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