tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post5075691880245199087..comments2023-03-26T00:22:57.123-07:00Comments on LitArt: Czeslaw MiloszLitArthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129670011489641631noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-87771724759389591952011-02-22T05:54:08.444-08:002011-02-22T05:54:08.444-08:00Jose,
I am really happy that we DO understand each...Jose,<br />I am really happy that we DO understand each other in the world of literature and poetry!!!!<br />Thank you, that's great.LitArthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15129670011489641631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-9264881729969564592011-02-22T04:09:27.729-08:002011-02-22T04:09:27.729-08:00Ani you do not know well that this poem portrays m...Ani you do not know well that this poem portrays me. My thought and my soul is as if you were well-read with this post.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10417490845996412695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475828309599425693.post-80496338510558012412011-02-21T12:47:10.641-08:002011-02-21T12:47:10.641-08:00Forget
Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Fo...Forget<br /><br />Forget the suffering<br />You caused others.<br />Forget the suffering<br />Others caused you.<br />The waters run and run,<br />Springs sparkle and are done,<br />You walk the earth you are forgetting.<br /><br />Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.<br />What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?<br />A childlike sun grows warm.<br />A grandson and a great-grandson are born.<br />You are led by the hand once again.<br /><br />The names of the rivers remain with you.<br />How endless those rivers seem!<br />Your fields lie fallow,<br />The city towers are not as they were.<br />You stand at the threshold mute.LitArthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15129670011489641631noreply@blogger.com