BOOKS BY CZESLAW MILOSZ DISCUSSED IN THIS ESSAY
Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 288 pp., $13.95
to be published by the University of California Press in August in a, 300 pp., $7.95
University of California Press, 263 pp., $6.95 (paper)
The Ecco Press, 71 pp., $4.95 (paper)
to be published by Vintage Books in August in a paperback edition, 272 pp., $4.95
'Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.' (I am not Russian at all; I come from Lithuania, a true German.) The twelfth line of The Waste Land, a fragment from the poet's reading in a German memoir, raises more echoes than even T.S. Eliot was likely to be aware of, and certainly more than are grasped by most of his readers. The connection with the poem is minimal, but as in so many of its other lines randomness has achieved an air of inevitability, in its suggestion of unhappy and not-so-far-off things, unknown lives, and fates, the product of complex histories, the inspissated rivalries and relations of Lithuanians, Balts and Letts, Jews, Germans, and Russians.
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