Czeslaw Milosz

Czeslaw Milosz

Czesław Miłosz (30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004) was a Polish-American poet, prose writer, translator, and diplomat. Regarded as one of the great poets of the 20th century, he won thБольше
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#love1 мин. чтения

Love

Love means to learn to look at
The way one looks at distant
For you are only one thing among many
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,

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On Angels

All was taken away from you: white dresses,wings, even existence
Yet I believe you,messengers
There, where the world is turned inside out,a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seems
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Theodicy

No, it won’t do, my sweet theologians
Desire will not save the morality of God
If he created beings able to choose between good and evil,
And they chose, and the world lies in iniquity,

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#late ripeness2 мин. чтения

Late Ripeness

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,
I felt a door opening in me and I enteredthe clarity of early morning
One after another my former lives were departing,like ships, together with their sorrow
And the countries,...

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#normalization2 мин. чтения

Normalization

This happened long ago, before the onset of universal genetic correctness
Boys and girls would stand naked before mirrors studying the defects of their structure
Nose too long, ears like burdocks, sunken chin just like a mongoloid
B...

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#what2 мин. чтения

What Does It Mean

It does not know it
It does not know it
It does not know it is this not that
And, more and more often, agape,

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#dedication2 мин. чтения

Dedication

You whom I could not
Listen to me
Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another
I swear, there is in me no wizardry of words

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#одиночество2 мин. чтения

Study Of Loneliness

A guardian of long-distance conduits in the desert
A one-man crew of a fortress in the sand
Whoever he was
At dawn he saw furrowed mountains The color of ashes, above the melting darkness,

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#was3 мин. чтения

It Was Winter

Winter came as it does in this valley
After eight dry months rain fell And the mountains, straw-colored, turned green for a while
In the canyons where gray laurels Graft their stony roots to granite,
Streams must have filled the dri...

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#window1 мин. чтения

Window

I looked out the window at dawn and saw a young apple treetranslucent in brightness
And when I looked out at dawn once again, an apple tree laden withfruit stood there
Many years had probably gone by but I remember nothing of whathappene...

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#you1 мин. чтения

You Who Wronged

You who wronged a simple man Bursting into laughter at the crime,
And kept a pack of fools around you To mix good and evil, to blur the line,
Though everyone bowed down before you,
Saying virtue and wisdom lit your way,

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#lake1 мин. чтения

Lake

Maidenly lake, fathomless lake,
Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes,
Idling with a reflected cloud, for my
Whom your shore no longer touches

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