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.
CZESLAW MILOSZEven 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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Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
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The soul exceeds its circumstances.
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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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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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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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It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges in the heavenly forest Where, beyond every essence, a new essence awaits.
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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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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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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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