It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face; since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it, my face seemed suffused to me divinely beautiful and as if suffused with heavenly sweetness. — Oscar Milosz Copy Share Image
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face; since the hands, face and tears of Annalena had caressed it,… — Oscar Milosz Copy Share Image
To some extent, I have only lived to have something to outlive. By confiding these futile remembrances to paper, I am conscious of accomplishing… — Oscar Milosz Copy Share Image
