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

Love

Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.

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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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