A Hall – Czeslaw Milosz

The road led straight to the temple. Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. The huge doors were closed. I chose one …

This Only

This Only A valley and above it forests in autumn colors. A voyager arrives, a map leads him there. Or perhaps memory. …

Late Ripeness by Czeslaw Milosz

Late Ripeness by Czeslaw Milosz English version by Robert Hass Original Language Polish Not soon, as late as the approach of my …

On Pilgrimage by Czeslaw Milosz

On Pilgrimage by Czeslaw Milosz English version by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass Original Language Polish May the smell of thyme and …

Myself And My Person By Anna Swir

Myself and My Person by Anna Swir English version by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan Original Language Polish There are moments when …

On Angels by Czeslaw Milosz

On Angels by Czeslaw Milosz Original Language Polish All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Yet I believe …

On Prayer by Czeslaw Milosz

On Prayer by Czeslaw Milosz English version by Robert Hass Original Language Polish You ask me how to pray to someone who …

Love by Czeslaw Milosz

Love by Czeslaw Milosz English version by Robert Hass Original Language Polish Love means to learn to look at yourself The way …

I Talk To My Body By Anna Swir

I Talk To My Body by Anna Swir English version by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan Original Language Polish My body, you …

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz English version by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass Original Language Polish We were riding through frozen fields in …

Forget by Czeslaw Milosz

Forget by Czeslaw Milosz English version by Robert Hass Original Language Polish Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others …