Last night I couldn't sleep and didn't feel like reading any of the books I've started. Instead, I started reading Czeslaw Milosz again.

It may not be the best insomniac reading (or the cheeriest), but I fell asleep!

Here's a few of my favorites:


Do ut des
He felt thankful, so he couldn't not believe in God.

Longing
Not that I want to be a god or a hero.
Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

Portrait
He locked himself in a tower, read ancient authors, fed birds on the terrace.

For only in this way could he forget about having to know himself.

Supplication
From galactic silence protect us.