tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260401950828828348.post5975126669887586801..comments2023-11-02T07:17:58.012-04:00Comments on kristenclanton.com: On Czeslaw Milosz and "I Sleep A Lot"kristenclanton.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06738983190279801566noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260401950828828348.post-79795135801617026582020-12-19T20:56:02.391-05:002020-12-19T20:56:02.391-05:00Your citation of Milosz's "I Sleep A Lot&...Your citation of Milosz's "I Sleep A Lot" preceded with your comment that "...and eventually, it feels like I feel nothing." is, I suspect, where you align with Milosz's intent--as it intersects with your comment about your feelings, that what you said is that you feel a little defeated or not true (enough), you really intend to say that the mystery of the second soul, eclipses your anxiety in its invitation to look deep.<br />...<br />Send your second soul beyond the mountains, beyond time.<br />Tell me what you saw, I will wait.<br /><br />Thank you for your interesting commentsnoncellulosetraffic@gmail.comnoreply@blogger.com