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“Language is the only homeland.”

Quote by Czeslaw Milosz

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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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