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“When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.”

Quote by Czeslaw Milosz

Book:Selected and Last Poems 1931-2004

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Selected and Last Poems 1931-2004

This volume includes a selection of poems that reflect the author's creative journey over a significant portion of their career. The collection offers readers a glimpse into the evolution of the author's style and themes, highlighting their enduring influence on the literary world. more

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Czeslaw Milosz was a renowned Polish poet, essayist, and translator. Born on June 30, 1911, in Lithuania, he passed away on August 14, 2004. Milosz's poetry is celebrated for its deep exploration of human existence, history, and politics, reflecting the complex history of Poland and Eastern Europe. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1980 for his significant contributions to poetry and prose. more

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“Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers! You are milk and honey and love and death and dance. From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks, Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher, At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground, Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage.”

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“When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.”

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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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“There was a time when only wise books were read helping us to bear our pain and misery. This, after all, is not quite the same as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics. And yet the world is different from what it seems to be and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.”

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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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“They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.”

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“It isn't pleasant to surrender to the hegemony of a nation which is still wild and primitive, and to concede the absolute superiority of its customs and institutions, science and technology, literature and art. Must one sacrifice so much in the name of the unity of mankind?”

“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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Book:Selected and Last Poems 1931-2004

Source: Selected and Last Poems 1931-2004

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