Samantha Simpson

“The Sun by Czeslaw Milosz

All colors come from the sun. And it does not have
Any particular color, for it contains them all.
And the whole Earth is like a poem
While the sun above represents the artist.

Whoever wants to paint the variegated world
Let him never look straight up at the sun
Or he will lose the memory of things he has seen.
Only burning tears will stay in his eyes.

Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
And look at the light reflected by the ground.
There he will find everything we have lost:
The stars and the roses, the dusks and the dawns.

Warsaw, 1943”
― Czesław Miłosz, Collected Poems

“You are the trembling of time, that passes
between vertical light and darkened sky,”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness
And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour,
And for me, now as then, it is too much.
There is too much world.”
― Czesław Miłosz, The Separate Notebooks

“I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets