Czeslaw Milosz
“Before you print a poem, you should reflect on whether this verse could be of […]
As Milosz’s biographer, Andrzej Franaszek, says: “In the spring of 1943, [Czeslaw Milosz] wrote a […]
Come, Holy Spirit, bending or not bending the grasses, appearing or not above our heads […]
From the Polish master’s final volume of poetry, Second Space, brought to mind via Benjamin […]
“When I was, as they say, in harmony with God and the world, I felt […]
A fragment from his “Treatise on Theology”: Religion comes from our pity for humans They […]
You talked but after your talking all the rest remains. After your talking—poets, philosophers, contrivers […]
To whom should I turn With that affair so dark Of pain and also guilt […]
More mind-blowing verse from the Polish master, this one’s right up there with “An Alcoholic […]
In advanced age, my health worsening, I woke up in the middle of the night, […]