You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
CZESLAW MILOSZYou see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
CZESLAW MILOSZAnd if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?
CZESLAW MILOSZDo you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable?
CZESLAW MILOSZI knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
CZESLAW MILOSZLanguage is the only homeland.
CZESLAW MILOSZI have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
CZESLAW MILOSZHuman material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.
CZESLAW MILOSZIrony is the glory of slaves.
CZESLAW MILOSZThe purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
CZESLAW MILOSZIt is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
CZESLAW MILOSZBe young forever, seasons of the earth.
CZESLAW MILOSZWhat is poetry which does not save nations or people?
CZESLAW MILOSZAll of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.
CZESLAW MILOSZA true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death – the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
CZESLAW MILOSZOur memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
CZESLAW MILOSZYou who think of us: they lived only in delusion, Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
CZESLAW MILOSZ