Monday, March 5, 2012

Tuesday Poem--After Paradise by Czesław Miłosz

Don’t run anymore. Quiet. How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city. How perfect
All things are. Now, for the two of you
Waking up in a royal bed by a garret window.
For a man and a woman. For one plant divided
Into masculine and feminine which longed for each other
Yes, this is my gift to you. Above ashes
On a bitter, bitter earth. Above the subterranean
Echo of clamorings and vows. So that now at dawn
You must be attentive: the tilt of a head,
A hand with a comb, two faces in a mirror
Are only forever once, even if unremembered,
So that you watch what is, though it fades away,
And are grateful every moment for your being.
Let that little park with greenish marble busts
In the pearl-gray light, under a summer drizzle,
Remain as it was when you opened the gate.
And the street of tall peeling porticoes
Which this love of yours suddenly transformed.
Czesław Miłosz


  1. I am touched by this, the reminder of love's vast power to transform. xo

  2. So lyrical, so attentive to those tiny details - I love Milosz. Thank you, Melissa - it's always so uplifting reading your Tuesday Poem choices.

  3. Marylinn, I'm mad for Milosz of late, this poem moves me deeply every time I read it. xo

  4. Dear Elizabeth,one of the things that makes Milosz so great are the small, almost invisible brushstrokes, but which, when you step further back to look at the painting, they carry the weight of beauty, tiny as they are. I'm so glad you find poems here that mean something to you, Elizabeth. Thank you.

  5. Sarah Jane, yes, sometimes all one can do is sigh.

  6. Melissa- I can see why your'e made for Milosz of late. It's a beautiful poem. I read it earlier and got caught up in reading more Milosz. This is a wonder of a poem--yes, like studying a painting. How does he do that? :)