Although Czeslaw Milosz was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1980, the two volumes of verse he has published since--in his eighth decade--are superior to any of his prior achievements. As witnessed by "Unattainable Earth" (1986) and "New Poems" (1985-87), both of which are reprinted in "The Collected Poems, 1931-1987," Milosz, one of the genuine heirs of the great 20th-Century Modernists, shares one of their more intriguing characteristics, and that is longevity, or more important, continued creative development over the length of his career, even extending into his elder years.
Here in California, where he has resided since 1960 and taught as professor of Slavic Languages and Literatures at UC Berkeley, Milosz has not only added to his poetic works, he has surpassed them.
Remarkably enough, Milosz has been a publishing poet for nearly 60 years, 30 of them in California--at Land's End, where the poet who comes from the East can look no farther but must turn back and look on the West. It is quite fitting that Czeslaw Milosz be this year's winner of The Los Angeles Times Robert Kirsch Award, granted to a Western author who has achieved lifelong distinction in letters.
Like that of the great Modernists, Milosz's verse both confronts and exploits fragmentariness. His poetry is composed not so much of narrative wholes as it is of bursts of intense expression, bringing together history, the movements of the human heart and religious experience in condensed form and controlled by a lyrical meditative mood.
Born in Lithuania in 1911, Milosz takes as subject and substance of much of his poetry the lived experiences of Central Europe in the 20th Century. Not to have encompassed this dimension of human life would have meant being false to his own spiritual history. In his poetry, we hear the voice of history, the voice of memory that transforms event into poetic fact.
Clearly his work reflects The End of History, but it also reveals history restored as a poetic subject matter because personally appropriated. That which is mistakenly thought to be distant and impersonal is shared and real because it is mingled with human guilt and dreams. Thus he can reflect:
My country will remain what it is, the backyard of empires.
Nursing its humiliation with provincial daydreams.
He can address a poem to an old friend:
Certainly we have much in common,
We who grew up in baroque cities.
Milosz's personal experience of history is such that it can include the generalized "we," that communal presence of shared imagination.
Like the Modernists, Milosz is determined to bring to consciousness the background and meaning of his activity. It should come as no surprise that like them he is a superb essayist, composing a large "History of Polish Literature" and adding, among his many other volumes, "The Witness of Poetry" to that distinguished series of Charles Eliot Norton lectures. Milosz's own sensibility requires that events be placed in those grand coordinates of time and place, of history and geography. He is as sensitive to the geographies of culture as he is to its temporalities, which are not so many lines on a map as they are trade winds, the tidal pulls, the continental drifts of force and direction.
Very early in the post-World War II years, in "The Captive Mind" (1953), Milosz expressed his dismay at tendencies of 20th-Century intellectual life, in particular the notable susceptibility to totalitarian doctrine. This book joined with others--such as Albert Camus' "The Rebel" and Milovan Djilas' "The New Class"--in placing the writing on the wall for all to see who were willing to read it. Unfortunately, it was not until much later, in the 1980s, that Milosz's book played a liberating role in Poland.
In fact, this poet of history has enjoyed his rewards, however belated they may have been in coming. He has enjoyed some vindication in finding a stanza from the poem, "You Who Wronged," written in 1950, placed on the Gdansk monument erected in 1980 to commemorate the workers killed by the police in 1970.
If the poet of history enjoys such superior citation, he also issues his warnings, and one in particular should be taken seriously, given the current condition of criticism. In his Nobel Prize lecture, Milosz warns: "There is, it seems, a hidden link between the theories of literature as ecriture, of speech feeding on itself, and the growth of the totalitarian state. In any case, there is no reason why the state should not tolerate an activity that consists of creating 'experimental' poems and prose, if these are conceived as autonomous systems of reference, enclosed within their own boundaries."
And yet Milosz is preeminently a poet of substances, of things, of the material things that go into the making of a life. In fact he is passionate in his adherence to the things of this life, to the things of the Earth.
\o7 My Lord, I loved strawberry jam
And the dark sweetness of a woman's body,