“Dusk and a bird flies low and waters flare.
I was entering the interior of a lily by a bridge of brocade.
From childhood till old age ecstasy at sunrise.”
Czesław Milosz 1965
“Dusk and a bird flies low and waters flare.
I was entering the interior of a lily by a bridge of brocade.
From childhood till old age ecstasy at sunrise.”
Czesław Milosz 1965