In fear and trembling, I think I would fulfill my life
Only if I brought myself to make a public confession
Revealing a sham, my own and of my epoch:
We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and
demons
But pure and generous words were forbidden
Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one
Considered himself as a lost man.
A Task
Czeslaw Milosz
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Poem topics: fear, life, lost, tongue, pure, generous, forbidden, public, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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