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    1) The poem describes a journey that could have been taken from Lithuania past Denmark and into North America to reunite with the speaker. 2) While the speaker now lives in California, they think of their past home in Lithuania and the changes that have occurred since they were last there. 3) The speaker reflects on the lessons learned about how what we hold dear can be taken from us over time, and expresses regret that they did not love others who suffered more absolutely.

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    1) The poem describes a journey that could have been taken from Lithuania past Denmark and into North America to reunite with the speaker. 2) While the speaker now lives in California, they think of their past home in Lithuania and the changes that have occurred since they were last there. 3) The speaker reflects on the lessons learned about how what we hold dear can be taken from us over time, and expresses regret that they did not love others who suffered more absolutely.

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    1) The poem describes a journey that could have been taken from Lithuania past Denmark and into North America to reunite with the speaker. 2) While the speaker now lives in California, they think of their past home in Lithuania and the changes that have occurred since they were last there. 3) The speaker reflects on the lessons learned about how what we hold dear can be taken from us over time, and expresses regret that they did not love others who suffered more absolutely.

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    Elegy for N. N.

    by Czesław Miłosz

    Tell me if it is too far for you.


    You could have run over the small waves of the Baltic
    and past the fields of Denmark, past a beech wood
    could have turned toward the ocean, and there, very soon
    Labrador, white at this season.
    And if you, who dreamed about a lonely island,
    were frightened of cities and of lights flashing along the highway
    you had a path straight through the wilderness
    over blue-black, melting waters, with tracks of deer and caribou
    as far as the Sierras and abandoned gold mines.
    The Sacramento River could have led you
    between hills overgrown with prickly oaks.
    Then just a eucalyptus grove, and you had found me.

    True, when the manzanita is in bloom


    and the bay is clear on spring mornings
    I think reluctantly of the house between the lakes
    and of nets drawn in beneath the Lithuanian sky.
    The bath cabin where you used to leave your dress
    has changed forever into an abstract crystal.
    Honey-like darkness is there, near the veranda,
    and comic young owls, and the scent of leather.
    How could one live at that time, I really can’t say.
    Styles and dresses flicker, indistinct,
    not self-sufficient, tending toward a finale.
    Does it matter that we long for things as they are in themselves?
    The knowledge of fiery years has scorched the horses standing at the forge,
    the little columns in the marketplace,
    the wooden stairs and the wig of Mama Fliegeltaub.
    We learned so much, this you know well:
    how, gradually, what could not be taken away
    is taken. People, countrysides.
    And the heart does not die when one thinks it should,
    we smile, there is tea and bread on the table.
    And only remorse that we did not love
    the poor ashes in Sachsenhausen
    with absolute love, beyond human power.
    You got used to new, wet winters,
    to a villa where the blood of the German owner
    was washed from the wall, and he never returned.
    I too accepted but what was possible, cities and countries.
    One cannot step twice into the same lake
    on rotting alder leaves,
    breaking a narrow sun-streak.
    Guilt, yours and mine? Not a great guilt.
    Secrets, yours and mine? Not great secrets.
    Not when they bind the jaw with a kerchief, put a little cross
    between the fingers,
    and somewhere a dog barks, and the first star flares up.
    No, it was not because it was too far
    you failed to visit me that day or night.
    From year to year it grows in us until it takes hold,
    I understood it as you did: indifference.

    Berkeley, 1963
    Translated by Czesław Miłosz and Lawrence Davis

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