Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

41. Late Ripeness 1/13/2003
42. Study Of Loneliness 1/3/2003
43. Magpiety 1/3/2003
44. On Prayer 1/8/2004
45. Meaning 1/8/2004
46. Lake 1/13/2003
47. Artificer 1/20/2003
48. Father Explains 1/3/2003
49. A Task 1/13/2003
50. Account 1/13/2003
51. Forget 1/13/2003
52. A Hall 1/8/2004
53. In Black Despair 1/13/2003
54. Dedication 1/3/2003
55. And Yet The Books 1/8/2004
56. Conversation With Jeanne 1/3/2003
57. A Poem For The End Of The Century 1/3/2003
58. I Sleep A Lot 1/3/2003
59. Campo Di Fiori 1/3/2003
60. Encounter 1/20/2003
61. At A Certain Age 1/3/2003
62. Child Of Europe 2/2/2004
63. Love 1/3/2003
64. Ars Poetica? 1/20/2003
65. Incantation 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Czeslaw Milosz


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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What Does It Mean

It does not know it glitters
It does not know it flies
It does not know it is this not that.

And, more and more often, agape,
With my Gauloise dying out,
Over a glass of red wine,
I muse on the meaning of being this not that.

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