Czeslaw Milosz Poems
|42.||Study Of Loneliness||1/3/2003|
|53.||In Black Despair||1/13/2003|
|54.||I Sleep A Lot||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|
|60.||A Poem For The End Of The Century||1/3/2003|
|61.||At A Certain Age||1/3/2003|
|63.||Child Of Europe||2/2/2004|
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 ...
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,