When people I know die, I wonder a lot of things, too, and it is not all tears and melancholy. I love his deference with the phrase "I ask"...as if he is begging our pardon for having these memory-notions and offering them up timidly to the reader for possible answers. Czeslaw Milosz is such a kindred spirit.
When people I know die, I wonder a lot of things, too, and it is not all tears and melancholy. I love his deference with the phrase "I ask"...as if he is begging our pardon for having these memory-notions and offering them up timidly to the reader for possible answers. Czeslaw Milosz is such a kindred spirit.
When people I know die, I wonder a lot of things, too, and it is not all tears and melancholy. I love his deference with the phrase "I ask"...as if he is begging our pardon for having these memory-notions and offering them up timidly to the reader for possible answers. Czeslaw Milosz is such a kindred spirit.
that's how I feel about him, too.