Selected poems, 1931-2004.

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Author / Creator:Miłosz, Czesław.
Edition:1st ed.
Imprint:New York : Ecco, c2006.
Description:xvi, 267 p. ; 24 cm.
Language:English
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Format: Print Book
URL for this record:http://pi.lib.uchicago.edu/1001/cat/bib/5930719
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ISBN:0060188677

Selected Poems 1931-2004 Dawns A tall building. The walls crept upward in the dark, Above the rustle of maple leaves, above hurrying feet. A tall building, dawning with its lights above the square. Inside hissing softly in the predawn hours, The elevator moved between the floors. The cables twanged. A rooster's cry rang in the pipes and gutters Till a shiver ran through the house. Those awakened heard This singing in the walls, terrible as the earth's happiness. Already the screech of a tram. And day. And smoke again. Oh, the day is dark. Above us, who are shut High up in our rooms, flocks of birds Fly by in a whir of flickering wings. Not enough. One life is not enough. I'd like to live twice on this sad planet, In lonely cities, in starved villages, To look at all evil, at the decay of bodies, And probe the laws to which the time was subject, Time that howled above us like a wind. In the courtyard of the apartment house street musicians Croon in chorus. The hands of listeners shine at the windows. She gets up from her rumpled sheets. In her dreams she thought of dresses and travel. She walks up to the black mirror. Youth didn't last long. Nobody knew that work would divide a day Into great toil and dead rest, And that the moon would pause every spring Above the sleep of the weary ones. In our hearts' heavy beating No spring for us anymore, nor love. To cover up one's thighs. Let them not, With their lacing of thin purple veins, remember This child rushing down the staircase, This child running down the gray sidewalk. Laughter can still be heard in the distance -- Anew, everything the child will discover anew And down an immense, empty, frosty road Through a space ringing with the thunder of the pulse Her child will go. And time will howl. Standing naked in front of her mirror, the woman Lightly wipes away two tears with her kerchief And darkens her eyebrows with henna. Wilno, 1932 Selected Poems 1931-2004 . Copyright © by Czeslaw Milosz. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Selected Poems, 1931-2004 by Czeslaw Milosz, Czeslaw Milosz All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.