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Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.

Czeslaw Milosz

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Czeslaw Milosz
Age: 93 †
Born: 1911
Born: June 30
Died: 2004
Died: August 14
Diplomat
Essayist
Pedagogue
Poet
Translator
University Teacher
Writer
Clarksburg
West Virginia
Miłosz
Czelaw Milosz
Calls
Revolving
Lips
Messenger
Wakened
Remain
Messengers
Tireless
Fields
Perish
Word
Galaxy
Interstellar
Running
Scream
Galaxies
Even
Protest
Protests
Runs
Screams

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