Part of the Poems on the Underground series, a poster print of the poem 'Blacksmith Shop' by Czesław Miłosz.
Size: 61cm x 28cm
I liked the bellows operated by rope.
A hand or foot pedal - I don't remember which.
But that blowing, and the blazing of the fire!
And a piece of iron in the fire, held there by tongs,
Red, softened for the anvil,
Beaten with a hammer, bent into a horseshoe,
Thrown in a bucket of water, sizzle, steam.
And horses hitched to be shod,
Tossing their manes; and in the grass by the river
Plowshares, sledge runners, harrows waiting for repair.
At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor,
Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds.
I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this:
To glorify things just because they are.
About the Author:
Czesław Miłosz (1911 - 2004) was a Polish poet-diplomat, prose writer, and translator of Lithuanian origin. After serving as a cultural attache for the Republic of Poland (1945–1951), he defected to the West in 1951, and his nonfiction book, The Captive Mind (1953), is a classic of anti-Stalinism. From 1961 to 1998 he was a professor of Slavic Languages and Literatures at the University of California, Berkley. Miłosz later became an American citizen. He was awarded the 1978 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1980 Nobel Prize for Literature.