A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
The partition separating life from death is so tenuous. The unbelievable fragility of our organism suggests a vision on a screen: a… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers! You are milk and honey and love and death and dance. From a… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
And now I am ready to keep running When the sun rises beyond the borderlands of death. I already see mountain ridges… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth. — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself. — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
“And Yet the Books And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, That appeared once, still wet As shining chestnuts… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
“When someone is honestly 55 percent right, that’s very good and there’s no use wrangling. And if someone is 60 percent right, it’s wonderful,… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
“The worst possible sexual education: a taboo imposed by the Catholic church plus romantic literature elevating love to unreal heights plus the obscene language… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion. — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
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… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
There was a time when only wise books were read helping us to bear our pain and misery. This, after all, is not quite… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
“In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent; A thing brought forth that we didn't know we had in us, So we… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
