Czeslaw Milosz

Foam Mushrooms
Glendale, CA


Sorrow, grief, self-reproach, regret, shame, anxiety, desperation--
and thus every day--and the poetry spun out of all this is clear, solid, concise, 
nearly classical. Who can understand it?

If only not to hide. For whoever pretends he does not have that other,
dark side exposes himself to the vengeance of the 
spinners of Fate.

Czeslaw Milosz from Road-Side Dog, 1998
 Farrar, Straus and Giroux


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