Wednesday, 30 June 2010

A Wild Flower For a Brave Poet

The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.

Czeslaw Milosz (1911 - 2004 / Kedainiai / Lithuania)

For more information on the life of Milosz: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Czes%C5%82aw_Mi%C5%82osz

Today is Czeslaw Milosz' birthday... Sadly, he is no longer with us but his poetry is.

I discovered him quite late. I stumbled upon a volume of his poetry in 1989 and we were inseperable. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1980.

This photo has absolutely nothing to do with him.

It's just a photograph of wild geranium which is sprouting up everywhere at the moment. I find it quite lovely, a bit of an upstart, persistent and destined to survive regardless of adversity ~ a bit like Milosz...

As his poetry has never failed to stir my heart, I wanted to dedicate today's blip to him.

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