For the witnesses, and not just for those of the worst moments, but for the whole communities of witnesses: we who all raise every child together. The author translated his own poems from the Polish in collaboration with expert friends: students and poets and peers. #amazonlink to The Collected Poems https://amzn.to/3yFWS3Z

from "Vandeans" / by Czeslaw Milosz 

She was running, basket in hand, along a path near the castle.
Armed men ordered her to leave. 
Because when prisoners are shot, witnesses are unwelcome.

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