Czesław Miłosz


That which was Great

Translated by the poet

to A. and O. Wat

That which was great seemed to be small,
Kingdoms faded like snow-covered brass.

That which struck down, no longer strikes.
Heavenly earths roll on and shine.

On the banks of a river, sprawled in the grass,
Like long long ago, I launch pieces of bark.

Notes on this poem

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