Friday, June 01, 2007

3. ...and from Czeslaw Milosz


To find my home in one sentence, concise, as if hammered in metal. Not to enchant anybody. Not to earn a lasting name in posterity. An unnamed need for order, for rhythm, for form, which three words are opposed to chaos and nothingness.

-Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004)

2 Comments:

Blogger sam of the ten thousand things said...

An amazing sentence: "An unnamed need for order, for rhythm, for form, which three words are opposed to chaos and nothingness." Wow to that notion. Thanks for this one.

11:29 PM  
Blogger Andrew Shields said...

Jane Hirshfield's "Letter to C.":

This did not keep you from forming your theory—
Whitman's poetry as one cause of the First World War.
Incomprehensible to Americans, obvious to a Lithuanian Pole.

1:19 AM  

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