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Слушать(AI)What Does It Mean
It does not know it
It does not know it
It does not know it is this not that.
And, more and more often, agape,
With my Gauloise dying out,
Over a glass of red wine,
I muse on the meaning of being this not that.
Just as long ago, when I was twenty,
But then there was a hope I would be everything,
Perhaps even a butterfly or a thrush, by magic.
Now I see dusty district
And a town where the postmaster gets drunk every
Melancholy with remaining identical to himself.
If only the stars contained me.
If only everything kept happening in such a
That the so-called world opposed the so-called flesh.
Were I at least not contradictory.
Alas.
Czeslaw Milosz
Czesław Miłosz (30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004) was a Polish-American poet, prose writer, translator, and diplomat. Regarded as one of the great
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