City Without A Name (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
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 ...
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly ...
I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose ...
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I ...
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly ...
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