Treasure Island

Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Poems of Czeslaw Milosz

21. Conversation with Jeanne 1/3/2003
22. Dedication 1/3/2003
23. Earth Again 3/23/2012
24. Encounter 1/20/2003
25. Faith 3/23/2012
26. Father Explains 1/3/2003
27. Forget 1/13/2003
28. Hope 3/23/2012
29. How It Was 4/21/2010
30. I Sleep a Lot 1/3/2003
31. In Black Despair 1/13/2003
32. In Warsaw 3/23/2012
33. Incantation 1/3/2003
34. It Was Winter 4/21/2010
35. Lake 1/13/2003
36. Late Ripeness 1/13/2003
37. Love 1/3/2003
38. Magpiety 1/3/2003
39. Meaning 1/8/2004
40. My Faithful Mother Tongue 3/23/2012

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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