Annalena (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
The road led straight to the temple.Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all.The huge doors were closed. I chose one ...
The peonies bloom, white and pink.And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,For ...
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 ...
Winter came as it does in this valley. After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
Bees build around red liver, Ants build around black bone. It has begun: the tearing, the trampling on silks, It ...
All was taken away from you: white dresses,wings, even existence.Yet I believe you,messengers. There, where the world is turned inside ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Yet I believe you, messengers. There, where the world ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert? A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand? Whoever he was. ...
The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I ...
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