NYU Black Renaissance Noire NYU Black Renaissance Noire Vol 17.2: Fall 2017 - Page 98

poetry A Letter to Czesław Miłosz Here in Krasnogruda, where you used to swim across the Hołny Lake to the Mejer’s mansion, mad with desire, and overawed by a red-haired goddess: from her window at dawn, alas! Jumped out your happy rival; where, in a dusty attic, you played Russian roulette in a surge of sudden desperation