<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What Does It Mean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It does not know it glitters<br>It does not know it flies<br>It does not know it is this not that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, more and more often, agape,<br>With my Gauloise dying out,<br>Over a glass of red wine,<br>I muse on the meaning of being this not that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just as long ago, when I was twenty,<br>But then there was a hope I would be everything,<br>Perhaps even a butterfly or a thrush, by magic.<br>Now I see dusty district roads<br>And a town where the postmaster gets drunk every day<br>Melancholy with remaining identical to himself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only the stars contained me.<br>If only everything kept happening in such a way<br>That the so-called world opposed the so-called flesh.<br>Were I at least not contradictory. Alas.</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=360121" data-title="What Does It Mean de Czeslaw Milosz" data-description="It does not know it glitters It does not know it flies 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, w..."></div> </div> </div>

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