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Easter with Czeslaw Milosz: Cento
04-03-2014
A poem
From white villages Easter bells resound.
Rejoice! Give thanks! I raise my voice
Evil disappears from the world.
And that means somewhere God must be.
'There is No Love Unless There is Imagination' (Andre Tchelistcheff)
12-01-2006
She left
with her sack of stones
and one dying rose,
fragrant as Pinot Noir.