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Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.

Czeslaw Milosz

All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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Dress Existence Freedom Lost Prison White Wings Yourself
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
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Live Shadow Strength
The true enemy of man is generalization.
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Enemy Generalization Man True
I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don’t know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.
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Change Earth Memories Present Report Thinking
Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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Echo Mountain Poetry
He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.
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Demand Fear Himself Hope Precious Return See
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
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Hospital Human Walk Weakness Winter
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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Children Trust Truth Wisdom
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
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Circle Day End Repair World
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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Different Efficient Form Reaction Technique
I 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.
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Custom Durable Language Myself
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
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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Friendship Myself Time
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame

Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.

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Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.

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