Czeslaw Milosz "Sun" (last poem in the series "World") Warsaw, 1943 Colors come from the sun. But the sun itself Has no color of its own, because it has them all. And the whole world is like a poem, And the sun above it represents an artist. If you want to paint the world in color, You must never look straight into the sun. Because you will lose the memory of all things seen, And only burning tears will remain in your eyes. Just kneel down, bow your face to the grass And look into the ray reflected by the earth. There you will find everything we've abandoned: Stars and roses, and dusks and dawns. →