No duties. I dont have to be profound.I dont have to be artistically perfect.Or sublime. Or edifying.I just wander. I say: You were running,Thats fine. It was the thing to do.And now the music of the worlds transforms me.My planet enters a different house.Trees and lawns become more distinct.Philosophies one after another go out.Everything is lighter yet not less odd.Sauces, wine vintages, dishes of meat.We talk a little of district fairs,Of travels in a covered wagon with a cloud of dust behind,Of how rivers once were, what the scent of calamus is.Thats better than examining ones private dreams.And meanwhile it has arrived. Its here, invisible.Who can guess how it got here, everywhere.Let others take care of it. Time for me to play hooky.Buena notte. Ciao. Farewell.
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About Czesaw Miosz
Czesaw Miosz was a 20th-century American american poet and nobel laureate. Czesław Miłosz was a Polish-American poet, prose writer, translator, and diplomat. He primarily wrote his poetry in Polish. Read more on Wikipedia →
Themes
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression