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more by #czeslawmilosz #AtaCertainAge
#poetry maybe a bit big in all the ways?

“We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers
White clouds refused to accept them…”
At a Certain Age By Czeslaw Milosz We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers. White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind Was too busy visiting sea after sea. We did not succeed in interesting the animals. Dogs, disappointed, expected an order, A cat, as always immoral, was falling asleep. A person seemingly very close Did not care to hear of things long past. Conversations with friends over vodka or coffee Ought not be prolonged beyond the first sign of boredom. It would be humiliating to pay by the hour A man with a diploma, just for listening. Churches. Perhaps churches. But to confess there what? That we used to see ourselves as handsome and noble Yet later in our place an ugly toad Half-opens its thick eyelid And one sees clearly: "That's me."
August 9, 2026 at 12:50 PM