{"id":7265,"date":"2021-11-12T08:13:01","date_gmt":"2021-11-12T15:13:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=7265"},"modified":"2021-11-12T08:13:01","modified_gmt":"2021-11-12T15:13:01","slug":"czeslaw-milosz-gift","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2021\/11\/12\/czeslaw-milosz-gift\/","title":{"rendered":"Czeslaw Milosz – Gift"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gift
\nby Czeslaw Milosz<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

A day so happy.
\nFog lifted early I worked in the garden.
\nHummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
\nThere was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
\nI knew no man worth my envying him.
\nWhatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
\nTo think that once I was the same man didn\u2019t embarrass me.
\nIn my body I felt no pain.
\nOn straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.<\/em><\/p>\n


\/ Image by Christine Tutunjian<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

A moment of pure, natural bliss.<\/p>\n

Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.<\/i><\/p>\n

There is such relief for the spirit in the lines\u2013<\/p>\n

There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
\nI knew no man worth my envying him.
\nWhatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.<\/i><\/p>\n

We imagine that there is so much to do \u2014 to provide for ourselves, to ornament our lives, to right wrongs \u2014 but they can be a terrible burden. The burden is not in the effort of accomplishment; rather, it is because we have taken the joy and the wholeness that is inherent and always present within ourselves and we have externalized it. We tell ourselves, \u201cI can experience happiness and rest when I make this happen or when I have corrected that.\u201d But this and that are never fully attained, so we strive relentlessly while depriving ourselves of the fulfillment that is our birthright.<\/p>\n

All that can be healed with a holy moment, a quiet moment in the garden at dawn with the fog lifting.<\/p>\n

In my body I felt no pain.
\nOn straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.<\/i><\/p>\n

Have a beautiful morning!<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Czeslaw Milosz<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
New and Collected Poems 1931 \u2013 2001<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Collected Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nAgainst Forgetting: Twentieth-Century Poetry of Witness<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nTo Begin Where I Am: The Selected Prose of Czeslaw Milosz<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nA Treatise on Poetry<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n\"Czeslaw<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nCzeslaw Milosz<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Poland (1911 \u2013 2004) Timeline<\/a>
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a>
\nChristian<\/a> : Catholic<\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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Czeslaw Milosz was a Polish-American Nobel Prize winning writer. He was a rare voice of conscience, human insight, and gentle mysticism, in the midst of the Cold War era that defined the latter half of the 20th century.<\/p>\n

Milosz was born in a small town in Lithuania during the final years of czarist Russia. At the end of World War I, while he was still a boy, his family moved to Vilna (Vilnius). There, he received a rigorous Roman Catholic education, but one that didn\u2019t allow for much intellectual freedom or exploration.<\/p>\n

After graduating from the University of Vilna in 1934 with a degree in law, Czeslaw Milosz traveled to Paris, where he connected with his uncle, a diplomat who put Milosz in touch with the Parisian literary community.<\/p>\n

Czeslaw Milosz settled in Warsaw just before the German invasion at the beginning of World War II. He became a leading figure in the Warsaw literary scene, and championed art that was both personal and political, rather than merely an expression of aesthetic craft. As the war and occupation continued, Milosz became a writer for the Polish resistance movement.<\/p>\n

At the end of the war, when Poland fell under Communist control, Milosz briefly became a diplomat in the service of the new government. However, in the early 1950s, he sought asylum in France, along with his wife and children.<\/p>\n

In 1960, Milosz moved to the United States, becoming a professor at the University of California at Berkeley.<\/p>\n

Very late in life, Czeslaw Milosz returned to Poland as a cultural hero, and settled in Krakow. It is there that he died in 2004.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Czeslaw Milosz<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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