Road-Side Dog
"I went on a journey in order to acquaint myself with my province, in a two-horse wagon with a lot of fodder and a tin bucket rattling in the back. The bucket was required for the horses to drink from. I traveled through a country of hills and pine groves that gave way to woodlands, where swirls of smoke hovered over the roofs of houses, as if they were on fire, for they were chimneyless cabins; I crossed districts of fields and lakes. It was so interesting to be moving, to give the horses...
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"I went on a journey in order to acquaint myself with my province, in a two-horse wagon with a lot of fodder and a tin bucket rattling in the back. The bucket was required for the horses to drink from. I traveled through a country of hills and pine groves that gave way to woodlands, where swirls of smoke hovered over the roofs of houses, as if they were on fire, for they were chimneyless cabins; I crossed districts of fields and lakes. It was so interesting to be moving, to give the horses their rein, and wait until, in the next valley, a village slowly appeared, or a park with the white spot of a manor in it. And always we were barked at by a dog, assiduous in its duty. That was the beginning of the century; this is its . I have been thinking not only of the people who lived there once but also of the generations of dogs accompanying them in their everyday bustle, and one night-I don't know where it came from-in a pre-dawn sleep, that funny and tender phrase composed itself: a road-side dog." —Road-Side DogLos Angeles TimesA delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work (Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times).
"I went on a journey in order to acquaint myself with my province, in a two-horse wagon with a lot of fodder and a tin bucket rattling in the back. The bucket was required for the horses to drink from. I traveled through a country of hills and pine groves that gave way to woodlands, where swirls of smoke hovered over the roofs of houses, as if they were on fire, for they were chimneyless cabins; I crossed districts of fields and lakes. It was so interesting to be moving, to give the horses their rein, and wait until, in the next valley, a village slowly appeared, or a park with the white spot of a manor in it. And always we were barked at by a dog, assiduous in its duty. That was the beginning of the century; this is its end. I have been thinking not only of the people who lived there once but also of the generations of dogs accompanying them in their everyday bustle, and one night-I don't know where it came from-in a pre-dawn sleep, that funny and tender phrase composed itself: a road-side dog."-Road-Side Dog
Road-side Dog3Narrow-minded4Eyes5Without Control6A Search7Not Mine8The Last Judgment9Anima10Old People11Is Awareness Sufficient?12In the Place of the Creator13Meanwhile and Make-Believe14Embarrassing15Feeling from Inside16To Sing Gods and Heroes17Grateful18Acts and Grace19Quotation20Theology, Poetry21Discreet Charm of Nihilism22A Flaw27Childishness28Dislike29Alexandria30In a Landscape31Somebody Different32The Past33Unmanly34Poetry's Sex35Power of Speech36Dresses37Salvation and Damnation38Pursuing a Goal39A Pact40Tropics41Pelicans42A Ball43Those Fantasies44Inserting a Meaning45Leaning Into46A Warning47How It Will Be48Our Community49Warmth50That51A Discovery52Future53Labyrinth54A Country of Dreams55Hollywood56Milder57A Polish Poet58Distillation59Learning60Is It So?61A Goal62The Novel63Melodrama64A Fairy Tale65A Desire66Guilt67Monologues68In Africa69Longings70To Wash71My Ideal72Dates73I Saw74If Only75Decency76It Appears7785 Years78The Language79Profit80Falling in Love81But82Contrast83The Complaint of a Classic84What a Fate85Reverse Telescope86Watering Can87A Wanderer88Again89In That City90You Don't Know91O!92From My Dentist's Window93Autumn94Where Does It Come From?95A Castle from a Dream96A Little Treatise on Colors97Tanglewood99A Strategy100The Law of the Earth101In Her Diary102Beyond My Strength104Why Religion?105Pity106Helene107Helene's Religion108Yokimura109America111Why Do I Let My Subjects to Others115A Banner117River Basins118The Edge of the Continent119Fleas122Archaeology125Mrs. Darwin127One Life129Chur-chu-rah132Transmission of Acquired Traits133Carrying a Splinter136A Certain Poet138Father's Worries140Oeuvre141Among People143Christopher Robin144Beautiful Girl145Palm Reading146Husband and Wife147Alastor148A Historian's Worries151Tale of a Hero154On a Desert Island156A Red Umbrella158The Secret of Cats160Coming Unglued163Taboo165Olympians' Games167Less and Less Confessions170A Priest and Casanova173Dictionary177Love of Knowledge180Tale of a Convert183A Philosopher196In Praise of Inequality199Inside and Outside200Be Like Others202A Key204Ancestors206Rivers208
\ From the Publisher"A valorous and beautiful work . . . There are poems as haunting as any he has written. A delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work" ——Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times\ "Nobody tells the story of this age better than Czeslaw Milosz . . . Road-side Dog is delightful."—Jaroslaw Anders, The New Republic\ "An elusive as well as allusive work . . . A pleasure."—Richard Bernstein, The New York Times\ "An end-of-the-century diary from one of the century's most important poets."—Christopher Merrill, San Francisco Chronicle\ \ \ \ \ \ Los Angeles TimesA delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work (Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times).\ \ \ Los Angeles TimesA delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work (Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times).\ \ \ \ \ From The CriticsHis thoughts on the staying power of humans in the face of epidemics, natural disasters and technology are incentive enough to read this stunning collection.\ \ \ \ \ Library JournalAlternatively playful and brooding, this collection of Mil/osz's "wandering thoughts"--over 140 journal-like mini-essays and a handful of fables and poems--probes the moral significance "of the many-shapedness of earthly things." A "cold weighing on a balance" of gains and losses and "dark thoughts" springing out of "doubts, turmoil, and despair" search for "a set of words" to capture the essence of "the horror discovered in this century." The 87-year-old "setter of words" and 1980 Nobel laureate bears witness to "the struggle of life" with human-centered, compassionate vision. Out of the "labyrinth of his mind," starting point for a difficult journey to a "country of dreams," comes contemplation of humanistic value "in a demonic century." In a notebook of the soul, Milosz's hard-won, prayerlike meditation soars. The work of this Lithuanian-born Polish poet has enriched civilization with an unwavering allegiance to sanity and truth.--Frank Allen, Northampton Community Coll., Tannersville, PA\ \ \ \ \ Richard Bernstein...[A]n allusive as well as allusive work, a book not exactly of poetry but not of prose either....generally it has more of a valedictory tone than a classically philosophical one....a diffficult pleasure, but it is a pleasure.\ — The New York Times\ \ \ \ \ Jaroslaw Anders...[A] book that at first encounter seems an invitation to revisit the remembered landscapes of his life....[; instead,] it is a book of fragments, snippets even, greatly diverse in form and in subject....[T]he book is delightful in its own way...touching in its occasional roughness...\ — The New Republic\ \ \ \ \ Richard EderA delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work.\ —Los Angeles Times\ \ \ \ \ Kirkus ReviewsThe great poet explores a miscellany of topics in miniature pieces of finely crafted prose and poetry. Milosz, the Polish emigre writer of The Captive Mind (1951) and many works of poetry, is now 87 years old. He was a professor of Slavic language and literature at the University of California, Berkeley, from 1961 until 1980, when a Nobel Prize for Literature freed him of the need to hold a steady job. His output of poetry and essays has been prodigious; Road-Side Dog is his 24th book in English, and we have reason to be grateful for it. The book, brief and pithy, is a pleasure. Milosz turns his agile mind to whatever crosses its path. The upshot is a wealth of insights on a variety of topics. The task of poetry and the standing of the poet are favorite themes here. Milosz is inclined away from the avant-garde and toward the classical, toward the honing of the language of his predecessors: "I was perfectly aware of how little of the world is scooped up by the net of my clauses and phrases. Like a monk, sentencing himself to ascesis, tormented by erotic visions, I would take shelter in rhythm and the order of syntax, because I was afraid of my chaos." He is also concerned in this collection with old age and memory ("one can write a few truly good things only by paying with the deformation of one's life"), with history ("Images more terrible than those invented by the phantasy"), and with the fleeting pleasures of life. What will impress many readers, though, is probably the remarkable compression of much wisdom in these pages, a wisdom that is as unpretentious as it is authentic. Milosz has a gift for acute observation and the ability to formulate what he understands insimple and beautiful prose. Though a modest and understated work, the poet's generosity of spirit is unmistakable.\ \
