Sunday, Dec. 19, 2004

Czeslaw Milosz

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before. -Czeslaw Milosz, Nobel-prizewinning Polish poet, from his 2001 poem Late Ripeness