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New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 Paperback – March 25, 2003
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Top Customer Reviews
I highly recommend this volume. It seems more logical than previous Milosz collections, and the poems here make it clear that his Nobel Prize in Literature was well-deserved. Milosz is a prophet and soothsayer of the modern era. And with this collection, despite its price, each poem is economically precise and wise; there is no monetary value that could estimate the value of this superb collection.
The most interesting aspect of this volume is recognizing familiar Milosz poems juxtaposed with his latest work (2000). His latest work has the depth of lived experience and a maturity of patient observation of the human condition. Its strength lies in its approach to elemental themes: growing older, mortality, the trials of love and war, the purity of faith's optimism.
This book is a "must have."
The poem provided one of those rare moments where one feels transformed by words, where life is worth living again because someone said something so beautifully that it was again worth it to continue on.
I don't even know if Milosz wrote that poem specifically in response to what happened on September 11th; surely he saw greater horrors in Poland than we can even imagine. Yet ever since, his words have granted me peace, not only from the fear of annihilation through disaster, but from the ultimate annihilation of death.
I also love that he's still writing at ninety. I love how, against all odds, he decided to fall the way of faith.
I read one of his poems each night, like a prayer, like a song.
I used to think that Paul Celan captured the horror of war torn Europe the best, but Milosz now wins the title. The first books of this collection are harrowing and wistful.
The books written from California and France take a more metaphysical tone but never fail to be touching and humane.
The most recent poems detailing growing old are often funny but always reminiscent of just how much he has paid for growing up during wartime.
Shakespeare and Milosz had their fingers on the pulse of the human condition and have created poems that will truly last forever.
I recommend this book even to people who do not normally read poetry. It has changed me--- for the better.
"Someone will read as moral
that the people of Rome or Warsaw
haggle, laugh, make love
as they pass by martyrs' pyres.
Someone else will read
of the passing of things human,
of the oblivion
born before the flames have died."
In this same collection Milosz has a set of three small remarkable poems one on Hope, one on Faith, and one on Love.
"Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it from various ills-
A bird and a tree say to him. Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things,
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn't matter whether he knows what he serves.
Who serves best doesn't always understand.'
Milosz wrote poetry for seventy years, and his poems line by line do not cease to surprise. He shows an astonishing combination of intellect and feeling.Read more ›
A reader could perhaps extract a slice of twentieth-century history form the poems of Milosz, but he cautions poets to not yield to the temptation to become reporters. Milosz wants poets to "contemplate the things of the world as they are without illusion', but whether he did so in his poetry is to a large degree irrelevant. All that matters is the beauty of his poetry and its propensity to cause a neuronal riot in the minds of its readers.
And indeed, this collection of poems just precisely that, for Milosz speaks of the earth's happiness as being terrible. He speaks for the need of living more than one life in order to decipher its sufferings and probe its laws. He scolds the mob for having laid ashes to Giordano Bruno, and those who give up hope. He exalts men who are small but who produce great works.
And Milosz is not hesitant to receive messages from "a world that is bright, beautiful, warm and free", and to speak of the artistry of the sun and a poem called the Earth.Read more ›
Most Recent Customer Reviews
My first ever Milosz book and I absolutely love it. What an amazing poet he wasPublished 1 month ago by Cheryl Applegate
Very dense read. Though the language is clear and concise. As I don't speak much Polish (or any at all), a friend recommended this to me and I found the translation to be, in... Read morePublished 12 months ago by Erika
I'm not realy a poetry person. I like poetry, I own a few collections of mostly mainstream poets that, while I enjoy reading, I tend to look at face value and not see the many... Read morePublished 14 months ago by bookmagic
Sent this as a gift. Person who received it belongs to a poetry group that was sharing one copy. He was positively delighted to have his own.Published 19 months ago by Rosy
I have not yet had a sufficient number of poems by C.M. but knew his work and it is superb.Published 21 months ago by Monique Adam
Milosz was my professor, teacher (two very different things, in his opinion), graduate advisor and friend when I was getting my degrees in Slavic Languages and Literatures at Cal... Read morePublished on March 27, 2014 by Robert J Shaw
Weighty and good-humored too. Humble yet profound. Fresh.
My Lord, I loved strawberry jam
And the dark sweetness of a woman's body. Read more