I poise the pen and it puts forth twigs and leaves, it is covered with blossoms and the scent of that tree is impudent, for there, on the real earth, such trees do not grow...

...and like an insult to suffering humanity is the scent of that tree...

- Czeslaw Milosz, The Poor Poet

Neruda "If you forget me"

On the day the world ends a bee circles a clover, a fisherman mends a glimmering net...

- Czeslaw Milosz, A Song on the End of the World

Japanese Fisherman Song

See the long shadow that is cast by the tree? We and the flowers throw shadows on the earth. What has no shadow has no strength to live...

- Czeslaw Milosz, Faith

Missa Criolla, Jose Carreras, Kyrie

...it has the colour that lily pads have in very deep water when you pluck them in the light of a summer evening...

- Czeslaw Milosz, The Gate