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Poem of the Day--Czeslaw Milosz

By John Published: April 12, 2010

As Poland mourns the shocking loss of its first family and other leaders, let us honor this week the great Polish poets of the post World War II era, beginning today with Nobel Prize winner Czeslaw Milosz. This is a poem by Milosz from the anthology he selected and edited called Postwar Polish Poetry, published by University of California Press. We'll feature other selections from this anthology this week.


You whom I could not save
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.
I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.

What strengthened me, for you was lethal.
You mixed up farewell to an epoch with the beginning of a new one.
Inspiration of hatred with lyrical beauty,
Blind force with accomplished shape.

Here is the valley of shallow Polish rivers. And an immense bridge
Going into white fog. Here is a broken city,
And the wind throws screams of gulls on your grave
When I am talking with you.

What is poetry which does not save
Nations or people?
A connivance with official lies,
A song of drunkards whose throats will be cut in a moment,
Readings for sophomore girls.
That I wanted good poetry without knowing it,
That I discovered, late, its salutary aim,
In this and only this I find salvation.



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