In Black Despair by Czeslaw Milosz
Whenever I doubt myself, I always remember this poem. Was I brave or was I a hypocrite?
In Black Despair
Czeslaw MiloszIn grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,
pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.So here’s the question — who can answer it —
Was he a brave man or a hypocrite?
Liz
I wonder why he switches to the third person.