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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ars Poetica?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have always aspired to a more spacious form<br>that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose<br>and would let us understand each other without exposing<br>the author or reader to sublime agonies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:<br>a thing is brought forth which we didn't know we had in us,<br>so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out<br>and stood in the light, lashing his tail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's why poetry is rightly said to be dictated by a daimonion,<br>though its an exaggeration to maintain that he must be an angel.<br>It's hard to guess where that pride of poets comes from,<br>when so often they're put to shame by the disclosure of their frailty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What reasonable man would like to be a city of demons,<br>who behave as if they were at home, speak in many tongues,<br>and who, not satisfied with stealing his lips or hand,<br>work at changing his destiny for their convenience?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today,<br>and so you may think that I am only joking<br>or that I've devised just one more means<br>of praising Art with thehelp of irony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a time when only wise books were read<br>helping us to bear our pain and misery.<br>This, after all, is not quite the same<br>as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet the world is different from what it seems to be<br>and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.<br>People therefore preserve silent integrity<br>thus earning the respect of their relatives and neighbors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The purpose of poetry is to remind us<br>how difficult it is to remain just one person,<br>for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,<br>and invisible guests come in and out at will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry,<br>as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,<br>under unbearable duress and only with the hope<br>that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Czeslaw+Milosz">Czeslaw Milosz</a><div class=q>
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