“Leave
To poets a moment of happiness,
Otherwise your world will perish.”
"In Warsaw" (1945), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz, Robert Hass and Madeline Levine
Rescue (1945)
Context: How can I live in this country
Where the foot knocks against
The unburied bones of kin?
I hear voices, see smiles. I cannot
Write anything; five hands
Seize my pen and order me to write
The story of their lives and deaths.
Was I born to become
a ritual mourner?
I want to sing of festivities,
The greenwood into which Shakespeare
Often took me. Leave
To poets a moment of happiness,
Otherwise your world will perish.
Help us to complete the source, original and additional information
Czeslaw Milosz 106
Polish, poet, diplomat, prosaist, writer, and translator 1911–2004Related quotes
"Now That Men Can Cry...," p. 299
The Good Word & Other Words (1978)

“Yet leaving here a name, I trust,
That will not perish in the dust.”
My Days Among the Dead Are Past, st. 4.

“Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.”
Source: Letters of Katherine Anne Porter