Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Love - Poem by Czeslaw Milosz

Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.

Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.

Comments about Love by Czeslaw Milosz

  • (3/13/2018 12:40:00 PM)

    This Is the truth, Embrace It. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/14/2016 7:48:00 PM)

    Interesting. Much clearer than some of his other stuff on here. (Report) Reply

    Heidi W (5/28/2017 6:49:00 AM)

    Ah, but read a long Czeslaw Milosz poem aloud and see if it doesn't change your heart, comprehension aside.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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