You who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
CZESLAW MILOSZ
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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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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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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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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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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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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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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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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It’s true that what is morbid is highly valued today, and so you may think that I am only joking or that I’ve devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.
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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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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Language is the only homeland.
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