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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

Czeslaw Milosz

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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End High Independent Ourselves Wisdom
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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Born Family Poet Writing
When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
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Beyond Line Side Sunset World
I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy.
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Better Compose Form Philosophy Poetry
What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
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Achievement Allow Finish Oneself Reality Settle Thinking
I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
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Bone Flesh Myself Thinking
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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God Growth Hero Hurt Transformation
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
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
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General Oneself Poetry Purpose Reminder
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
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
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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Children Trust Truth Wisdom
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
Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.
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Expression Form Generation Himself Inheritance Poet
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.

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