“Reading Milosz”
Sometimes your tone
transforms us for a moment,
we believe-truly-
that every day is sacred,
that poetry-how to put it?-
makes life rounder,
fuller, prouder, unashamed
of perfect formulation.
But evening arrives,
I lay my book aside, and the city's ordinary din resumes-
somebody coughs, someone cries and curses.
— Nov 24, 2025 04:34PM
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