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 ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
The pungent smells of a California winter, Grayness and rosiness, an almost transparent full moon. I add logs to the ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold.The purest light of the celestial domehas burned me through. And now we ...
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly ...
Love means to learn to look at yourselfThe way one looks at distant thingsFor you are only one thing among ...
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly ...
Love means to learn to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
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