In Black Despair (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
In grayish doubt and black despair,I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.The ...
In grayish doubt and black despair,I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.The ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
In the garden with him blinded by my sadness unable to see to recognize the Christ Seeing Christ when he ...
Letting go of my plans surrendering my will turning to the calling of God Using the gifts I have received ...
Not what the world will understand my life, my course, changing again changing direction to follow the Lord to answer ...
Giving my life over to the calling of the Lord charting a new course a different plan following the Lord ...
My path not working changing my direction to the calling of the Lord trusting in his plan the guidance of ...
A different path a different way to lead my life Turning myself over to the calling from within Listening to ...
The path of my life changing course once more another direction this time, the calling of the Lord words burgeoning ...
Unlike other choices in my life calling from deep within an answer to countless prayers that I must begin, leave ...
Reflecting, on our place in the garden our role in its suffering, its need for rest spending time with the ...
Harkenings of memories and moments to come. Summer leads to fall Fog over the fields and marshes, the wet places, ...
We are perched, walking on the edge of an errant planet, off-kilter and dizzy wobbling off course in its orbit ...
They are working in his vineyard Bringing Word, his word a good news, a gospel to the masses, the sheep ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
He wrote a letter in his mind To answer one a maid had sent; He sought the fitting word to ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
In grayish doubt and black despair, I drafted hymns to the earth and the air, pretending to joy, although I ...
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