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 ...
1We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.Who in May admire trees floweringAre better than those who perished.We, who ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the ...
In grayish doubt and black despair,I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.The ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
In grayish doubt and black despair, I drafted hymns to the earth and the air, pretending to joy, although I ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
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