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Overview
"I went on a journey in order to acquaint myself with my province, in a two-horse wagon with a lot of fodder and a tin bucket rattling in the back. The bucket was required for the horses to drink from. I traveled through a country of hills and pine groves that gave way to woodlands, where swirls of smoke hovered over the roofs of houses, as if they were on fire, for they were chimneyless cabins; I crossed districts of fields and lakes. It was so interesting to be moving, to give the horses their rein, and wait until, in the next valley, a village slowly appeared, or a park with the white spot of a manor in it. And always we were barked at by a dog, assiduous in its duty. That was the beginning of the century; this is its . I have been thinking not only of the people who lived there once but also of the generations of dogs accompanying them in their everyday bustle, and one night-I don't know where it came from-in a pre-dawn sleep, that funny and tender phrase composed itself: a road-side dog." —Road-Side Dog
Synopsis
"I went on a journey in order to acquaint myself with my province, in a two-horse wagon with a lot of fodder and a tin bucket rattling in the back. The bucket was required for the horses to drink from. I traveled through a country of hills and pine groves that gave way to woodlands, where swirls of smoke hovered over the roofs of houses, as if they were on fire, for they were chimneyless cabins; I crossed districts of fields and lakes. It was so interesting to be moving, to give the horses their rein, and wait until, in the next valley, a village slowly appeared, or a park with the white spot of a manor in it. And always we were barked at by a dog, assiduous in its duty. That was the beginning of the century; this is its . I have been thinking not only of the people who lived there once but also of the generations of dogs accompanying them in their everyday bustle, and one night-I don't know where it came from-in a pre-dawn sleep, that funny and tender phrase composed itself: a road-side dog." —Road-Side Dog
Los Angeles Times
A delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work (Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times).
Editorials
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"A valorous and beautiful work . . . There are poems as haunting as any he has written. A delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work" ——Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times
"Nobody tells the story of this age better than Czeslaw Milosz . . . Road-side Dog is delightful."—Jaroslaw Anders, The New Republic
"An elusive as well as allusive work . . . A pleasure."—Richard Bernstein, The New York Times
"An end-of-the-century diary from one of the century's most important poets."—Christopher Merrill, San Francisco Chronicle
Los Angeles Times
A delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work (Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times).Los Angeles Times
A delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work (Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times).From The Critics
His thoughts on the staying power of humans in the face of epidemics, natural disasters and technology are incentive enough to read this stunning collection.Library Journal
Alternatively playful and brooding, this collection of Mil/osz's "wandering thoughts"--over 140 journal-like mini-essays and a handful of fables and poems--probes the moral significance "of the many-shapedness of earthly things." A "cold weighing on a balance" of gains and losses and "dark thoughts" springing out of "doubts, turmoil, and despair" search for "a set of words" to capture the essence of "the horror discovered in this century." The 87-year-old "setter of words" and 1980 Nobel laureate bears witness to "the struggle of life" with human-centered, compassionate vision. Out of the "labyrinth of his mind," starting point for a difficult journey to a "country of dreams," comes contemplation of humanistic value "in a demonic century." In a notebook of the soul, Milosz's hard-won, prayerlike meditation soars. The work of this Lithuanian-born Polish poet has enriched civilization with an unwavering allegiance to sanity and truth.--Frank Allen, Northampton Community Coll., Tannersville, PARichard Bernstein
...[A]n allusive as well as allusive work, a book not exactly of poetry but not of prose either....generally it has more of a valedictory tone than a classically philosophical one....a diffficult pleasure, but it is a pleasure.— The New York Times
Jaroslaw Anders
...[A] book that at first encounter seems an invitation to revisit the remembered landscapes of his life....[; instead,] it is a book of fragments, snippets even, greatly diverse in form and in subject....[T]he book is delightful in its own way...touching in its occasional roughness...— The New Republic
Richard Eder
A delightful paperback edition of Milosz's poetry collection-a "valorous and beautiful work.—Los Angeles Times