<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not Mine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine<br>And to know such pretending is disgraceful.<br>But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed<br>And started to prophesy. No one would hear me. <br>Their screens and microphones are not for that. <br>Others like me wander the streets<br>And talk to themselves. Sleep on benches in parks,<br>Or on pavements in alleys. For there aren't enough prisons<br>To lock up all the poor. I smile and keep quiet. <br>They won't get me now. <br>To feast with the chosen&mdash;that I do well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Translated by Robert Hass</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360103" data-title="Not Mine de Czeslaw Milosz" data-description="All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine And to know such pretending is disgraceful. But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed And started to prophesy. No one would hear me. Their screens and microphones are not for that. Others ..."></div> </div> </div>

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