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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

When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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Curse Earth Fate Myself
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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Break Death Kind Life Moments Partition Separate Vision
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends.
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End Expedition Myself Sweet Thinking
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
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
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
It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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Communication Experience Impossible Knowledge People
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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Growth Small Truth Yourself
From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife, what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
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Believe Flame Knife Life Myself
Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
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Believe Discover Human Learning Life Work
The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Environment Oneself Shame
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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Distant Love Way Yourself
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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Beyond Death Essence Forest Heaven Rise Run Sun Wait
What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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Nation People Poetry Save
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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Belief Death People True
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.
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Finding Growth Reality Small Travel Tree Truth

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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