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?
CZESLAW MILOSZA weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.
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I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
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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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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.
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The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.
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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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The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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