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 ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
It is true, our tribe is similar to the bees, It gathers honey of wisdom, carries it, stores it in ...
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