A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
IN seventy five the Critick of our yearsCommenc'd our war with Phillip and his peers.Whither the sun in Leo had ...
The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Although great Lady. it may seeme right strangeThat I a stranger should presume thus farre,To write to you: yet as ...
The forward Youth that would appearMust now forsake his Muses dear,Nor in the Shadows singHis Numbers languishing.'Tis time to leave ...
dear boss i was talking with an ant the other day and he handed me a lot of gossip which ...
Italia! in thy bleeding heart, I thought, e'en hope was dead;That from thy scarred and prostrate form, The spark of ...
" Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings ...
They say beautiful were those timesWhen in a golden pillar rose the sacred flames And Rome looked to white virgins ...
Oh, little did the Wolf-Child care-- When first he planned his home, What City should arise and bear The weight ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Knock with tremor -- These are Caesars -- Should they be at Home Flee as if you trod unthinking On ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
There is a shattered palm on this fierce shore, its plumes the rusting helm- et of a dead warrior. Numb ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine, You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message. ...
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