Czeslaw Milosz Poems
|41.||My Faithful Mother Tongue||3/23/2012|
|45.||One More Contradiction||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|
|56.||To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat's Honor And Not Only||4/21/2010|
|59.||What Does It Mean||1/3/2003|
|60.||Where The Sun Rises And Where It Sets||3/23/2012|
|64.||You Who Wronged||4/21/2010|
|65.||You Whose Name||3/23/2012|
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 ...
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
But pure and generous words were forbidden
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one
Considered himself as a lost man.