"There where that ray touches the plain <br />And the shadows escape as if they really ran, <br />Warsaw stands, open from all sides, <br />A city not very old but quite famous. <br /> <br />"Farther, where strings of rain hang from a little cloud, <br />Under the hills with an acacia grove <br />Is Prague. Above it, a marvelous castle <br />Shored against a slope in accordance with old rules. <br /> <br />"What divides this land with white foam <br />Is the Alps. The black means fir forests. <br />Beyond them, bathing in the yellow sun <br />Italy lies, like a deep-blue dish. <br /> <br />"Among the many fine cities that are there <br />You will recogni2e Rome, Christendom's capital, <br />By those round roofs on the church <br />Called the Basilica of Saint Peter. <br /> <br />"And there, to the north, beyond a bay, <br />Where a level bluish mist moves in waves, <br />Paris tries to keep pace with its tower <br />And reins in its herd of bridges. <br /> <br />"Also other cities accompany Paris, <br />They are adorned with glass, arrayed in iron, <br />But for today that would be too much, <br />I'll tell the rest another time<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-explains/
