Second space new poems

Second Space New Poems Second Space How spacious the heavenly halls are! Approach them on aerial stairs. Above white clouds, there are the hanging gardens of paradise. A soul tears itself from the body and soars. It remembers that there is an up. And there is a down. Have we really lost faith in that other space? Have they vanished forever, both Heaven and Hell? Without unearthly meadows how to meet salvation? And where will the damned find suitable quarters? Let us weep, lament the enormity of the loss. Let us smear our faces with coal, loosen our hair. Let us implore that it be returned to us, That second space. Second Space New Poems . Copyright © by Czeslaw Milosz. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Second Space: New Poems by Czeslaw Milosz All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.