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Czeslaw Milosz quotes

Poet June 30, 1911 – August 14, 2004

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Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above. Czeslaw Milosz
I still think too much about the mothers And ask what is man born of woman. He curls himself up and protects his head While he is kicked by heavy boots; on fire and running, He burns with bright flame; a bulldozer sweeps him into a clay pit. Her child. Embracing a teddy bear. Conceived in ecstasy. Czeslaw Milosz
I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.--from 'And Yet the Books Czeslaw Milosz
Czeslaw Milosz quote: "The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The..."
The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history. Czeslaw Milosz
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. Sometimes you hear a distant refrain. What does it mean, you ask, who is singing? A childlike sun grows warm. A grandson and a great-grandson are born. You are led by the hand once again. The names of the rivers remain with you. How endless those rivers seem! Your fields lie fallow, The city towers are not as they... Czeslaw Milosz
The survivors ran through the fields, escaping. From themselves, knowing they wouldn't return. For a hundred years. Before them were spread. Those quicksands where a tree changes into nothing, Into an anti-tree, where no borderline. Separates a shape from a shape, and where, Amid thunder, the golden house of is. Collapses, and the word becoming ascends. Czeslaw Milosz
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged. Czeslaw Milosz
Czeslaw Milosz quote: "ConsolationCalm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will..."
ConsolationCalm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion. Czeslaw Milosz
And Yet the Books. And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet. As shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn, And, touched, coddled, began to live. In spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up, Tribes on the march, planets in motion. Czeslaw Milosz
Czeslaw Milosz quote: "What has no shadow has no strength to live."
What has no shadow has no strength to live. Czeslaw Milosz
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. Czeslaw Milosz
Czeslaw Milosz quote: "In a room wherepeople unanimously maintaina conspiracy of..."
In a room wherepeople unanimously maintaina conspiracy of silence, one word of truthsounds like a pistol shot. Czeslaw Milosz
Czeslaw Milosz quote: "You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that..."
You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die! Czeslaw Milosz
The purpose of poetry is to remind ushow difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. Czeslaw Milosz
She got out at Raspail. 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. (Esse) Czeslaw Milosz

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