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 ...
The peonies bloom, white and pink.And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,For ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
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