A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
CZESLAW MILOSZI’ve always regretted that I’m made of contradictions. But, if contradiction is impossible to overcome, we have to accept both its ends.
More Czeslaw Milosz Quotes
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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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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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I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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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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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
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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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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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