Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

1. Incantation 1/3/2003
2. Ars Poetica? 1/20/2003
3. Child of Europe 2/2/2004
4. Love 1/3/2003
5. Campo di Fiori 1/3/2003
6. At a Certain Age 1/3/2003
7. Conversation with Jeanne 1/3/2003
8. And Yet The Books 1/8/2004
9. I Sleep a Lot 1/3/2003
10. A Poem For the End of the Century 1/3/2003
11. Lake 1/13/2003
12. Account 1/13/2003
13. Dedication 1/3/2003
14. In Black Despair 1/13/2003
15. Encounter 1/20/2003
16. A Hall 1/8/2004
17. A Task 1/13/2003
18. Forget 1/13/2003
19. Artificer 1/20/2003
20. Father Explains 1/3/2003

Conversation with Jeanne

Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
It was no better and no worse than the usual human tragedies.

For over thirty years we have been waging our dispute
As we do now, on the island under the skies of the tropics.
We flee a downpour, in an instant the bright sun again,

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