Once in a while it vanishes - in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
Gabriel Levin's book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East. What's astonishing and refreshing is his… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
“Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
This day's nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets. — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
Clear moments are so short. There is much more darkness. More ocean than terra firma. More shadow than form. — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
“But where do we find what's lasting? Where do the deathless things hide?” — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
Once in a while it vanishes - in the sense that I become deaf to beauty for a week or two or three. This… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
“Epithalamium Without silence there would be no music. Life paired is doubtless more difficult than solitary existence - just as a boat on the… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
“- Everything's finished. Riders gallop black horses, a tyrant composes a sentence of death with grammatical errors. Youth dissolves in a day; girls' faces… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
Gabriel Levin's book is a journey through time and through entrenched animosities of the Middle East. What's astonishing and refreshing is his ability to… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
Cities at daybreak are no one's, and have no names. And I, too, have no name, dawn, the stars growing pale, the train picking… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
“Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
This day's nothingness as if from spite became a flame and scorched the lips of children and poets. — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
