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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

Czeslaw Milosz

When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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Earth Forever Season Young
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
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Difficult Oneself Person Poetry Purpose Reminder
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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Death Illusion Live People Thinking
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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Death Nation Sea Wealth
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
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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Book Born Imagination Myself People Radiant Woman
Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
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Calm Goodness Lost Oblivion Sin Yourself
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
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Kind Man Myself
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
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
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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Anonymous Gun People Room Sound Truth Word
I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
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Existence Myself River Suffering
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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Live Speak Story Talk Tribute
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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Fear Listening Night Wake Up Yourself

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