Black Eternal

…how abstract thy harvest rose doth fall, consigned to the flames of woe in sweet modesty…

Tag Archives: czeslaw milosz

At a certain age

We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers. White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind Was too busy visiting sea after sea. We did not succeed in interesting the animals. Dogs, disappointed, expected an order, A cat, as always immoral, was falling asleep. A person seemingly very close Did not [...]

What does it mean

It does not know it glitters It does not know it flies It does not know it is this not that. And, more and more often, agape, With my Gauloise dying out, Over a glass of red wine, I muse on the meaning of being this not that. Just as long ago, when I was [...]

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