A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.
Czeslaw MiloszOn the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Czeslaw MiloszThe purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.
Czeslaw Milosz