For rains, reverence, and Visions of Eternity, from Bells in Winter, translated by the author and Lillian Vallee.
from Bells in Winter / by Czeslaw Milosz
What year is this? It’s easy to remember.
This is the year when eucalyptus forests froze in the hills
And everyone could provide himself with free wood for his fireplace
In preparation for the rains and storms from the sea.