The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
Czeslaw MiloszRead
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends
Interpretation
The quote expresses the joy of being part of a lifelong journey with others.
Czeslaw Milosz reflects on the profound sweetness of companionship in shared experiences, particularly within an unending journey. This highlights the value of relationships that grow and evolve over time, suggesting that the connection with others enriches our life experiences and gives purpose to the ongoing adventures we share.
In practice
In a graduation speech highlighting the importance of lasting friendships.
The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.
Love means to look at yourself_x000D_ The way one looks at distant things_x000D_ For you are only one thing among many.
Do not feel safe. The poet remembers._x000D_ You can kill one, but another is born._x000D_ The words are written down, the deed, the date.
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.
Michael Jackson? He was something more (than one of my favorite entertainers), a true friend. He wasn't just a genius. Above all, he was a good person, who gave so much. He gave people values, he encouraged them to better themselves all the time. He was far deeper and more authentic than people could see. He was misunderstood too many times
There is no friend as loyal as a book.
My father and he had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech altogether.
Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.
And the days went by like paper in the wind. Everything changed, then changed again. It's hard to find a friend. It's hard to find a friend.
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.
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