Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

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