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

Incantation

Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It establishes the universal ideas in language,
And guides our hand so we write Truth and Justice
With capital letters, lie and oppression with small.
It puts what should be above things as they are,
Is an enemy of despair and a friend of hope.
It does not know Jew from Greek or slave from master,
Giving us the estate of the world to manage.
It saves austere and transparent phrases
From the filthy discord of tortured ...

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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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