think Milosz, Polish poet, lay a doorway watched bullets lifting cobbl — Ted Hughes, Winter Pollen: Occasional Prose

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I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

Ted Hughes, Winter Pollen: Occasional Prose

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