Kwiecień 15, 2017

A Song on the End of the World

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump in the sea, By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned ...Read More

Posted on Marzec 15, 2017Kwiecień 16, 2017 by Czesław Miłosz

Campo dei Fiori

In Rome on the Campo dei Fiori baskets of olives and lemons, cobbles spattered with wine and the wreckage of flowers. Vendors cover the trestles with rose-pink fish; armfuls of […]

Posted on Luty 19, 2017Luty 27, 2017 by Czesław Miłosz

You Who Wronged

You who wronged a simple man Bursting into laughter at the crime, And kept a pack of fools around you To mix good and evil, to blur the line, […]

Posted on Styczeń 9, 2017Luty 27, 2017 by Czesław Miłosz

Ars Poetica?

I have always aspired to a more spacious form that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose and would let us understand each other without exposing the […]

Posted on Grudzień 14, 2016Grudzień 29, 2016 by Czesław Miłosz

Encounter

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road. One of us […]

Posted on Listopad 10, 2016Listopad 24, 2016 by Czesław Miłosz

Dedication

You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another. I swear, there is in me no wizardry […]

Posted on Październik 12, 2016Listopad 24, 2016 by Czesław Miłosz

A Magic Mountain

I don’t remember exactly when Budberg died, it was either two years ago or three. The same with Chen. Whether last year or the one before. Soon after our arrival, […]