Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

41. My Faithful Mother Tongue 3/23/2012
42. Not Mine 1/1/2004
43. On Angels 1/13/2003
44. On Prayer 1/8/2004
45. One More Contradiction 3/23/2012
46. Preface 3/23/2012
47. Raja Rao 3/23/2012
48. Road-Side Dog 3/23/2012
49. Sarajevo 3/23/2012
50. Statue Of A Couple 1/3/2003
51. Study Of Loneliness 1/3/2003
52. The Dining Room 3/23/2012
53. The Rising Of The Sun 3/23/2012
54. The Road 3/23/2012
55. Theodicy 4/21/2010
56. To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat's Honor And Not Only 4/21/2010
57. Unde Malum 1/8/2004
58. Veni Seer 3/23/2012
59. What Does It Mean 1/3/2003
60. Where The Sun Rises And Where It Sets 3/23/2012
61. Window 1/3/2003
62. Winter 4/21/2010
63. Woe! 1/8/2004
64. You Who Wronged 4/21/2010
65. You Whose Name 3/23/2012
Best Poem of Czeslaw Milosz

Child Of Europe

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We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day.
Who in May admire trees flowering
Are better than those who perished.

We, who taste of exotic dishes,
And enjoy fully the delights of love,
Are better than those who were buried.

We, from the fiery furnaces, from behind barbed wires
On which the winds of endless autumns howled,
We, who remember battles where the wounded air roared in
paroxysms of pain.
We, saved by our own cunning and knowledge.

By sending others to the more exposed positions
Urging them loudly to fight ...

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A Task

In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch:
We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and
demons
But pure and generous words were forbidden
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one
Considered himself as a lost man.

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