A Poem for Epiphany

GIFT by Czeslaw Milosz A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same …

Bearing Witness

I think that I am here, on this earth, To present a report on it, but to whom I don't know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place Has meaning because it changes into memory. From "Consciousness" -- Czeslaw Milosz To whom do we tell what happened on the earth, for whom …

A Poem by Milosz

Reading poetry by Czeslaw Milosz this morning, and the concreteness of his writing calls me out of my head into the freshness of the humid morning.   I found this poem at the Nobel Prize site. ------ Encounter We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. …