Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

1. Incantation 1/3/2003
2. Ars Poetica? 1/20/2003
3. Child of Europe 2/2/2004
4. At a Certain Age 1/3/2003
5. Campo di Fiori 1/3/2003
6. Conversation with Jeanne 1/3/2003
7. Love 1/3/2003
8. I Sleep a Lot 1/3/2003
9. Dedication 1/3/2003
10. In Black Despair 1/13/2003
11. A Poem For the End of the Century 1/3/2003
12. And Yet The Books 1/8/2004
13. Encounter 1/20/2003
14. A Hall 1/8/2004
15. Account 1/13/2003
16. A Task 1/13/2003
17. Lake 1/13/2003
18. Forget 1/13/2003
19. Artificer 1/20/2003
20. Father Explains 1/3/2003

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,

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