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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.

Czeslaw Milosz

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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Communication Experience Impossible Knowledge People
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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Growth Hands Love Man Moon Weight
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
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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Finding Growth Reality Small Travel Tree Truth
The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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Circumstance Exceed Soul
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
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
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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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Beyond Death Essence Forest Heaven Rise Run Sun Wait
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
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
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
Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Divide Poetry Yourself
Language is the only homeland.
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Home Land Language
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.
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Appearance End Man Old Repeat White Willing World
Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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Attribute Description Desire Eyes Himself See

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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