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Czeslaw Milosz

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I will neither resurrect the past nor return.
Sleep, Romeo, Juliet, on your headrest of stone feathers.
I won't raise your bound hands from the ashes.
Let the cat visit the deserted cathedrals,
its pupil flashing on the altars. Let an owl
nest on the dead ogive.
--
"Farewell" (1945), trans. Renata Gorczynski and Robert Hass

 
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