(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

Sonnet For Christmas

I saw our golden years on a black gale,
our time of love spilt in the furious dust.
'O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,'
said the dark dream, 'and time is overcast.'
-And woke into the night; but you were there,
and small as seed in the wild dark we lay.
Small as seed under the gulfs of air
is set the stubborn heart that waits for day.
I saw our love the root that holds the vine
in the enduring earth, that can reply,
'Nothing shall die unless for me it die.
Murder and hate and love alike are mine';
and therefore fear no winter and no storm
while in the knot of earth that root lies warm.

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Comments (7)

The news was brought to the mountains by a Unicorn and an echo. How glorious is this line! This is poem is filled with such hope! I do believe there is a world such as this out there somewhere......definitely being added to my list of favorites!
SurelyTheir friendship will be glorious The poem is very beautiful and meaningful listened it in such ecstasy.
Opens the congealed fist of the past. Beautiful and very young are Philo-Sophia And poetry, her ally in the service of the good. As late as yesterday Nature celebrated their birth, The news was brought to the mountains by a unicorn and an echo. well writing
Great poem! I am of the opinion that most times lies are celebrated on more than truth in capital than small letters. A very ironic poem. Simply amazing thought
Was struck by this optimism as well and couldn't believe my eyes. Nothing like Milosz indeed. As a matter of fact It saves austere and transparent phrases From the filthy discord of tortured words. reminded me of 'honest inteligetia' concept (just a personal association) . This is indeed a highly complex writing with a 20th century circumference...so nothing new under the sun?
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