Saturday, June 23, 2018

A Task / Czeslaw Milosz

In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession 
Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch: 
We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and 
demons 
But pure and generous words were forbidden 
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one 
Considered himself as a lost man.

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