R: [New-Poetry] Milosz

[anny.ballardini at tin.it]

It seems I was called for this:
To glorify things just because they 
are.

Exhilarating!
Happy July, my favorite month,
Anny

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Da: grahamd at ripon.edu
Data: 30-giu-2007 4.31 PM
A: 
"NewPoetry &amp; Views"<new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu>
Ogg: [New-Poetry] 
Milosz

On his birthday, a poem.


BLACKSMITH SHOP


I liked the 
bellows operated by rope.
A hand or foot pedal--I don’t remember which.
But that blowing, and the blazing of the fire!
And a piece of iron in 
the fire, held there by tongs,
Red, softened for the anvil,
Beaten with 
the hammer, bent into a horseshoe,
Thrown in a bucket of water, sizzle, 
steam.

And horses hitched to be shod,
Tossing their manes; and in the 
grass by the river
Plowshares, sledge runners, harrows waiting for 
repair

At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor,
Here, gusts of 
heat; at my back, white clouds.
I stare and stare.  It seems I was 
called for this:
To glorify things just because they are.

       --
Czeslaw Milosz, trans. Someone.



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