A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
CZESLAW MILOSZDo 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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The revolt against one’s environment is usually ‘shame’ of one’s environment.
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Language is the only homeland.
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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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Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors. The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?
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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
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A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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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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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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We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
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And 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?
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The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
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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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