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