Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

21. One More Contradiction 3/23/2012
22. On Prayer 1/8/2004
23. On Angels 1/13/2003
24. Not Mine 1/1/2004
25. My Faithful Mother Tongue 3/23/2012
26. Meaning 1/8/2004
27. Magpiety 1/3/2003
28. Love 1/3/2003
29. Late Ripeness 1/13/2003
30. Lake 1/13/2003
31. It Was Winter 4/21/2010
32. Incantation 1/3/2003
33. In Warsaw 3/23/2012
34. In Black Despair 1/13/2003
35. I Sleep a Lot 1/3/2003
36. How It Was 4/21/2010
37. Hope 3/23/2012
38. Forget 1/13/2003
39. Father Explains 1/3/2003
40. Faith 3/23/2012

Study Of Loneliness

A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert?
A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand?
Whoever he was. At dawn he saw furrowed mountains
The color of ashes, above the melting darkness,
Saturated with violet, breaking into fluid rouge,
Till they stood, immense, in the orange light.
Day after day. And, before he noticed, year after year.
For whom, he thought, that splendor? For me alone?
Yet it will be here long after I perish.

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