For things happening all around us which we can sometimes see, and sometimes cannot, but still they happen, from The Collected Poems.
from The Parable of the Poppy / by Czeslaw Milosz
On a poppy seed is a tiny house,
Dogs bark at the poppy-seed moon,
And never, never do those poppy-seed dogs
Imagine that somewhere there is a world much larger.
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.
For creation, chaos, and unreason, from Bells in Winter, translated by the author and Lillian Vallee.
from Calling to Order / by Czeslaw Milosz
Out of what thin sand
And mud and slime
Out of what dogged splinters
Did you fashion your castle against the test of the sea,
And now it is touched by a wave.