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Those dying here, the lonely
Forgotten by the world,
Our tongue becomes for them
The language of an ancient planet.
Until, when all is legend
And many years have passed,
On a great Campo di Fiori
Rage will kindle at a poet's word.

— Czesław Miłosz Rescue (1945)

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He who invokes history is always secure.
The dead will not rise to witness against him.

Daylight (1953)

If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?

Hymn of the Pearl (1981)

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.

Uncollected Poems (1954)

Never has there been a close study of how necessary to a man are the experiences which we clumsily call aesthetic.

The Captive Mind (1953)

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.

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