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 ...
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas AquinasOr The Death of God (that's a Protestant book).To the right the ...
This happened long ago, before the onset of universal genetic correctness. Boys and girls would stand naked before mirrors studying ...
You whom I could not saveListen to me.Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another.I ...
There where that ray touches the plainAnd the shadows escape as if they really ran,Warsaw stands, open from all sides,A ...
Maidenly lake, fathomless lake,Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes,Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sakeWhom your shore ...
Forget the sufferingYou caused others.Forget the sufferingOthers caused you.The waters run and run,Springs sparkle and are done,You walk the earth ...
Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and ...
Maidenly lake, fathomless lake, Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes, Idling with a reflected cloud, for my sake ...
You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed ...
"There where that ray touches the plain And the shadows escape as if they really ran, Warsaw stands, open from ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas Aquinas Or The Death of God (that's a Protestant book). To the ...
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I ...
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