#i was a bride married to amazement
Czesław Miłosz, from “Hymn” (tr. Czesław Miłosz), New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
[Text ID: “and we were alike:
apples, scissors, darkness, and I
under the same immobile
Assyrian, Egyptian, and Roman
moon.”]
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