A Song On The End Of The World (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
If ever this thy frequent breach of Oath Had punish'd been with one black Tooth, If but one Nail, or ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
Behold our orbit as through twice six signsOur central Sun apparently inclines:The Golden Fleece his pale ray first adorns,Then tow'rds ...
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:Such a Way, as gives us breath:Such a Truth, as ends all strife:Such a ...
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between -- thy ...
Unhappy about some far off things That are not my affair, wandering Along the coast and up the lean ridges, ...
Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of ...
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let my heart Suck ev'ry letter, and a honey gain, Precious for any grief in any ...
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though ...
My Valentine isn't always nice and sweet, Some of those qualities she doesn't always meet; She spends all day raising ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
No longer torn by what she knows And sees within the eyes of others, Her doubts are when the daylight ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
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