Czeslaw Milosz Poems (77 Poems)
Child of Europe (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished. We, who taste of exotic dishes,And enjoy fully the delights of love,Are better than those who were buried. We, from the … Continue reading
Annalena (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it, it seemed to me divinely beautiful as if suffused with heavenly sweetness. I liked her velvet … Continue reading
Christopher Robin (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
I must think suddenly of matters too difficult for a bear of little brain. I have never asked myself what lies beyond the place where we live, I and Rabbit, Piglet and Eeyore, with our friend Christopher Robin. That is, … Continue reading
And Yet The Books (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,That appeared once, still wetAs shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,And, touched, coddled, began to liveIn spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,Tribes on the march, … Continue reading
A Hall (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
The road led straight to the temple.Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all.The huge doors were closed. I chose one on the side,Not to the main building-to its left wing,The one in green copper, worn into gaps below.I pushed. Then … Continue reading
By the Peonies (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
The peonies bloom, white and pink.And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,For the flower is given to them as their home. Mother stands by the peony bed,Reaches for one bloom, opens its … Continue reading
An Hour (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voicesAnd the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me.Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any … Continue reading
A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949 The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. Sunt mihi Dei Acherontis propitii! Valeat numen triplex Jehovae! Ignis, aeris, aquae, terrae spiritus, Salvete!-says the entering guest. Ariel … Continue reading
City Without A Name (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell arms in faraway countries? What shepherd’s horn swathed in the bark of birch Will sound in the Ponary Hills the … Continue reading
It Was Winter (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Winter came as it does in this valley. After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green for a while. In the canyons where gray laurels Graft their stony roots to granite, Streams must have filled the … Continue reading
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