Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

1. Preface 3/23/2012
2. Veni Seer 3/23/2012
3. The Road 3/23/2012
4. The Dining Room 3/23/2012
5. Road-Side Dog 3/23/2012
6. You Whose Name 3/23/2012
7. An Hour 3/23/2012
8. It Was Winter 4/21/2010
9. Sarajevo 3/23/2012
10. Where The Sun Rises And Where It Sets 3/23/2012
11. Christopher Robin 3/23/2012
12. One More Contradiction 3/23/2012
13. Annalena 3/23/2012
14. Theodicy 4/21/2010
15. By The Peonies 3/23/2012
16. My Faithful Mother Tongue 3/23/2012
17. Raja Rao 3/23/2012
18. To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat's Honor And Not Only 4/21/2010
19. Earth Again 3/23/2012
20. Faith 3/23/2012
21. Winter 4/21/2010
22. You Who Wronged 4/21/2010
23. And The City Stood In Its Brightness 2/20/2015
24. In Warsaw 3/23/2012
25. Hope 3/23/2012
26. How It Was 4/21/2010
27. A Treatise On Poetry: Iv Natura 4/21/2010
28. The Rising Of The Sun 3/23/2012
29. Woe! 1/8/2004
30. Not Mine 1/1/2004
31. City Without A Name 4/21/2010
32. Statue Of A Couple 1/3/2003
33. A Song On The End Of The World 4/21/2010
34. A Felicitous Life 4/21/2010
35. A Magic Mountain 4/21/2010
36. Unde Malum 1/8/2004
37. Window 1/3/2003
38. A Poor Christian Looks At The Ghetto 4/21/2010
39. On Angels 1/13/2003
40. What Does It Mean 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Czeslaw Milosz

Incantation

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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A Task

In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch:
We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and
demons
But pure and generous words were forbidden
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one
Considered himself as a lost man.

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