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Слушать(AI)Magpiety
The same and not quite the same,
I walked through oak
Amazed that my Muse,
Mnemosyne,
Has in no way diminished my amazement.
A magpie was screeching and I said:
Magpiety?
What is magpiety?
I shall never achieveA magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a
That always renews just when coming down,
And so I shall never comprehend magpiety.
If however magpiety does not
My nature does not exist either.
Who would have guessed that, centuries later,
I would invent the question of universals?
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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