Poetry Selections
Czeslaw Milosz (1911–2004)
A Task
 In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
    Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
    Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch:
    We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and demons
    But pure and generous words were forbidden
    Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one
    Considered himself as a lost man.
Milosz won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1980.

