Poetry Fix, Episode 17: Milosz

And when I die, it will be the books I have chosen that will still be on the shelves. People will take them down, give them out to others, to people I loved, and the words I enjoyed will be still enjoyed, still sharing their radiance. Why else were the words written down? Why else do we go to those pages again and again, it not to capture some of that radiance? Even recording the structure, the fragitlity of that velvet bridge to something we love but will never understand, the radiance of that thought will be shared. My words or the words of others, still something is reflected in the choices of those books, somewhere the moon of what is written reflects in all those connections, the faces of people receiving the books will take on some of that shine!