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.
CZESLAW MILOSZIt is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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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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We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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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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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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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a kind of mist condenses itself into a human shape, lasts a moment and scatters.
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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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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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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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