Friday Night Poetry

Here's a poem by Milosz about time, aging and awareness. In poetry, its sometimes the white space between lines that 'says' the most. For me, it says something about our times.


Window


I looked out the window at dawn and saw a young apple tree translucent
in brightness.

And when I looked out at dawn again, an apple tree laden with
fruit stood there.

Many years had probably gone by but I remember nothing of what
happened in my sleep.


—Czeslaw Milosz