Poems by Czeslaw Milosz
Dedication
... Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another ...
Account
... The little whisper which, thought it is a warning, is ignored ...
Love
... It doesnt matter whether he knows what he serves: ...
At a Certain Age
... Ought not be prolonged beyond the first sign of boredom ...
Conversation with Jeanne
... You are right, Jeanne, I don't know how to care about the salvation of my soul ...
It Was Winter
... As it happened, they spent winter in the snow of a mountain pass, ...
Lake
... Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes, ...
Late Ripeness
... We forget - I kept saying - that we are all children of the King ...
In Black Despair
... So here's the question - who can answer it - ...
A Task
... Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one ...
Artificer
... He cuts the glowing, yellow buildings in two, breaks the walls into motley halves ...
Window
... And when I looked out at dawn once again, an apple tree laden with ...
Veni Creator
... Many a time I asked, you know it well, that the statue in church ...
City Without a Name
... —In silence that stretched to the solid rock of yellow and red mountains&mdash ...
Incantation
... The news was brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo ...
