Poems by Czeslaw Milosz
Campo dei Fiori
... Already they were back at their wine ...
Encounter
... The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles ...
You Who Wronged
... The words are written down, the deed, the date ...
A Song on the End of the World
... Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet ...
Theodicy
... Nevertheless, there is pain, and the undeserved torture of creatures, ...
Ars Poetica?
... In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent: ...
A Magic Mountain
... I don’t remember exactly when Budberg died, it was either two years ...
Normalization
... ” So perhaps they learned to tolerate their partners&rsquo ...
Song on the End of the World
... And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be ...
Forget
... What does it mean, you ask, who is singing ...
Unde Malum
... the innocent sunrise will illuminate ...
On Angels
... messengers. There, where the world is turned inside out, ...
Father Explains
... "Farther, where strings of rain hang from a little cloud, ...
Campo di Fiori
... Already they were back at their wine ...
Meaning
... Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, ...
