Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.
CZESLAW MILOSZPoetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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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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For a country without a past is nothing, a word That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
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Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
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It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.
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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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I have defined poetry as a ‘passionate pursuit of the Real.
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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 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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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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Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.
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Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.
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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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All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence.
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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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