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Czeslaw Milosz

The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will. — Czeslaw Milosz, from “Ars Poetica?,” The Collected Poems: 1931-1987 (The Ecco Press, 1988)

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Czeslaw Milosz

Do you know how it is when one wakes at night suddenly and asks, listening to the pounding heart: what more do you want, insatiable? — Czeslaw Milosz, from “Farewell” (1945). New and Collected Poems (1931 – 2001)  Ecco; Reprint edition (March 25, 2003) Originally published January 1st 2001.

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 Not enough. One life is not enough. I’d like to live twice on this sad planet, In lonely cities, in starved villages, To look at all evil, at the decay of bodies, And probe the laws to which the time was subject, Time that howled above us like a wind. —  Czeslaw Milosz, from “Dawns,”… Continue reading Czeslaw Milosz

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The Sun All colors come from the sun. And it does not have Any particular color, for it contains them all. And the whole Earth is like a poem While the sun above represents the artist. Whoever wants to paint the variegated world Let him never look straight up at the sun Or he will… Continue reading Czeslaw Milosz

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Ars Poetica? I have always aspired to a more spacious form    that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose    and would let us understand each other without exposing    the author or reader to sublime agonies.    In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:    a thing… Continue reading Czeslaw Milosz

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