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Czeslaw Milosz

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I still think too much about the mothers
And ask what is man born of woman.
He curls himself up and protects his head
While he is kicked by heavy boots; on fire and running,
He burns with bright flame; a bulldozer sweeps him into a clay pit.
Her child. Embracing a teddy bear. Conceived in ecstasy.
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"Preparation," trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

 
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by that inhuman flame which burns in our black bowels.
I like to name that flame which burns within me God!

 
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