Czeslaw Milosz

(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Czeslaw Milosz Poems

1. Preface 3/23/2012
2. Veni Seer 3/23/2012
3. Raja Rao 3/23/2012
4. Earth Again 3/23/2012
5. Road-Side Dog 3/23/2012
6. The Dining Room 3/23/2012
7. By The Peonies 3/23/2012
8. To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat's Honor And Not Only 4/21/2010
9. You Whose Name 3/23/2012
10. An Hour 3/23/2012
11. It Was Winter 4/21/2010
12. Sarajevo 3/23/2012
13. Where The Sun Rises And Where It Sets 3/23/2012
14. Christopher Robin 3/23/2012
15. One More Contradiction 3/23/2012
16. Annalena 3/23/2012
17. Theodicy 4/21/2010
18. The Road 3/23/2012
19. Faith 3/23/2012
20. And The City Stood In Its Brightness 2/20/2015
21. My Faithful Mother Tongue 3/23/2012
22. You Who Wronged 4/21/2010
23. The Rising Of The Sun 3/23/2012
24. Hope 3/23/2012
25. Winter 4/21/2010
26. How It Was 4/21/2010
27. A Treatise On Poetry: Iv Natura 4/21/2010
28. In Warsaw 3/23/2012
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. A Song On The End Of The World 4/21/2010
35. A Poor Christian Looks At The Ghetto 4/21/2010
36. What Does It Mean 1/3/2003
37. A Felicitous Life 4/21/2010
38. A Magic Mountain 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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