What did Czeslaw Milosz mean by: All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania Copy
It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Companionship, Exploration, Immortality, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
At every sunrise I renounce the doubts of night and greet the new day of a most precious delusion. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Illusion, Optimism, Renewal, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Communication, Failure, Frustration, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Apocalypse, Labor, Nature, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Mercy, Weakness, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
The child who dwells inside us trusts that there are wise men somewhere who know the truth. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Child, Trust, Wisdom, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
Two attributes of a poet, avidity of the eye and the desire to describe that which he sees. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Description, Perception, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Czeslaw Milosz, Identity, Introspection, Unity, 0 Czeslaw Milosz Poet · Lithuania
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Every time an artist dies, part of the vision of mankind passes with him. Franklin D. Roosevelt 32nd U.S. President · USA
It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing. Freya Stark Explorer · United Kingdom
