On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
CZESLAW MILOSZA man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.
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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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When I curse Fate, it’s not me, but the earth in me.
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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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You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
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Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
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At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion.
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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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What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
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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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A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
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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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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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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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When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
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The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
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Poetry is news brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo.
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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.
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Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.
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It was only toward the middle of the twentieth century that the inhabitants of many European countries came, in general unpleasantly, to the realization that their fate could be influenced directly by intricate and abstruse books of philosophy.
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Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees.
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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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Language is the only homeland.
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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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The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth.
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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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