In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life <br />Only if I brought myself to make a public confession <br />Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch: <br />We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and <br /> demons <br />But pure and generous words were forbidden <br />Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one <br />Considered himself as a lost man.<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-task/
