Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

The Road - Poem by Czeslaw Milosz

here where you see a green valley
And a road half-covered with grass,
Through an oak wood beginning to bloom
Children are returning home from school.

In a pencil case that opens sideways
Crayons rattle among crumbs of a roll
And a copper penny saved by every child
To greet the first spring cuckoo.

Sister's beret and brother's cap
Bob in the bushy underbrush,
A screeching jay hops in the branches
And long clouds float over the trees.

A red roof is already visible at the bend.
In front of the house father, leaning on a hoe,
Bows down, touches the unfolded leaves,
And from his flower bed inspects the whole region.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 23, 2012


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