Dear @nancybriti, your post and the quotes you have selected to introduce us to the great Milosz have made me think of the image I have of poetry.
What is the edge of poetry?
Because poetry can be an edge before an abyss, or paradise. We move, staggering, through it, with the vertigo of emptiness on one side or with the promise of a sweet light on the other. On the horizon there are all the possibilities of pain and joy.
As has happened to you, a poet who does not speak my language and with whom I share little of the culture spoke to me very clearly at the time: Edgar Lee Masters.
The language of his poetry somehow transcended linguistic barriers for me and survived the translations. He found, like life, the way to prevail through sensibilities and time. Like Milosz to you, the author of "Spoon River Anthology" is a treasure to me, and a refuge.
Thank you for sharing your @adsactly post and for focusing on this author. I know it little, but I'm sure I'll read it now.
A hug!