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What are you doing here poet on the ruins	A
Of St John's Cathedral this sunny	B
Day in spring	C
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What are you thinking here where the wind	D
Blowing from the Vistula scatters	A
The red dust of the rubble	E
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You swore never to be	B
A ritual mourner	F
You swore never to touch	G
The deep wounds of your nation	H
So you would not make them holy	B
With the accursed holiness that pursues	A
Descendants for many centuries	A
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But the lament of Antigone	B
Searching for her brother	F
Is indeed beyond the power	F
Of endurance And the heart	I
Is a stone in which is enclosed	J
Like an insect the dark love	K
Of a most unhappy land	L
I did not want to love so	A
That was not my design	M
I did not want to pity so	A
That was not my design	M
My pen is lighter	F
Than a hummingbird's feather This burden	H
Is too much for it to bear	N
How can I live in this country	B
Where the foot knocks against	O
The unburied bones of kin	P
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I hear voices see smiles I cannot	Q
Write anything five hands	A
Seize my pen and order me to write	R
The story of their lives and deaths	A
Was I born to become	S
a ritual mourner	F
I want to sing of festivities	A
The greenwood into which Shakespeare	T
Often took me Leave	U
To poets a moment of happiness	A
Otherwise your world will perish	V
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It's madness to live without joy	W
And to repeat to the dead	X
Whose part was to be gladness	A
Of action in thought and in the flesh singing feasts	A
Only the two salvaged words	A
Truth and justice	A

Czeslaw Milosz

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