Tag Archives: Czeslaw Milosz

The “Longness” of Poetry, Guest Poetry Blog #11, Introducing the latest Contributor, Peggy Rosenthal, Part One of Two

  from Ars Poetica? The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys […]

To Celebrate World Poetry Day – Praise and Wonder In Spite of Everything – Poems by Kaminsky and Milosz And a Kaminsky Interview Excerpt from March 15th, 2022

from The Separate Notesbooks: A Mirrored Gallery Pure beauty, benediction: you are all I gathered  From a life that was bitter and confused,  In which I learned about evil, my […]

Czeslaw Milosz – A Tribute – Part Two – A Poem to Honour the Men and Women in Ukraine in Wartime, February 2022

Here is the great paradox of poetry and of the imaginative arts in general. Faced with the brutality of the historical onslaught, they are practically useless. Yet they verify our […]

A Tail of Two Poems – A Reflection on the Search for Eternal Truths in the Poetry of the Nobel Prize Laureate, Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004)

5. Earth Again They are incomprehensible, the things of this earth. The lure of waters. The lure of fruits. Lure of two breasts and the long hair of a maiden. […]

Poetry as Devotion, Prayer and Wholeness – The Poetry of Jennifer Grotz – And Quotes on Poetry by Rosemary Griebel and Juleta Seversen-Baker

  Poetry, in both its creation and the reading of it, insists on careful listening. Careful listening opens a space for the soul, for revelation, for wholeness. Poems are glimpses […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 40 in a Series – The Gift of Czeslaw Milosz

Gift A day so happy Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers There was nothing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew […]

Singing in Dark Times – #6 in a Series – Good and Bad Times for Poetry

Joy. The other taste in sorrow’s cup Guy Gavriel Kay from The Last Light of the Sun, Penguin Canada, 2004 Motto* In the dark times Will there also be singing? […]

Poetry of Remembrance – Rwanda, April 6th, 1994

Dedication 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 […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Z is for Zagajewski

Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world Remember June’s long days And wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow The […]