The Road Poem by Czeslaw Milosz

The Road

Rating: 4.5


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 05 July 2020

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. A very fine poem. tony

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