"It's the same with us. We wear the brocade
of past centuries or dress in fake purple.
Covering our faces with velvet masks.
Classical, playing again what has been played before,
And yet, I affirm, this is the earth of wonder.
It gives us the gift of eternal youth.
"To you, I lift this cup, here, on the stage.
I, one voice no more, in the vast theatre.
Against closed eyes, bitter lips.
Against silence, which is slavery."
-Czeslaw Milosz, Brie-Comte-Robert, France, 1954