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Czesław Miłosz + Tilda Swinton + Max Richter
Czeslaw Milosz, from “Slow River,” in New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
[text ID: There has not been for a long time a spring as beautiful as this one; the grass, just before mowing, is thick and wet with dew. At night bird cries come up from the edge of the marsh, a crimson shoal lies in the east till the morning hours. In such a season, every voice becomes for us a shout of triumph. Glory, pain and glory to the grass, to the clouds, to the green oak wood. The gates of the earth torn open, the key to the earth revealed. A star is greeting the day.]
“and even if the City falls and one of us survives he will carry the City inside him on the roads of exile he will be the City”
— Zbigniew Herbert, from “Report from a Besieged City,” trans. Czeslaw Milosz (via colbertesque)
