{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The New York Review of Books","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com","author_name":"Maryanne Chaney","author_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/contributors\/maryanne_chaney\/","title":"Poems from the Abyss |","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"MUEG2Tu7cW\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2017\/11\/23\/czeslaw-milosz-poems-abyss\/\">Poems from the Abyss<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2017\/11\/23\/czeslaw-milosz-poems-abyss\/embed\/#?secret=MUEG2Tu7cW\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Poems from the Abyss&#8221; &#8212; The New York Review of Books\" data-secret=\"MUEG2Tu7cW\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/1988\/06\/czeslaw-milosz_1988-06-02.gif","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":376,"description":"Czes\u0142aw Mi\u0142osz, the Polish poet, writer, diplomat, exile, and Nobel laureate, was a figure whose own life seemed to embody the turmoil of the twentieth century. He lived through both world wars and the Russian Revolution, experienced fascism, communism, and democracy, lived in Eastern and Western Europe and, later, the United States, and he returned again and again to these events in his writing. \u201cTo me Mi\u0142osz is one of those authors whose personal life dictates his work\u2026. Except for his poems, all of his writing is tied to his...personal history or to the history of his times,\u201d Witold Gombrowicz, the other great Polish writer in exile, said of him. I agree, but would not exclude Mi\u0142osz\u2019s poems and don\u2019t believe he would either, since he regarded his highest achievement as a poet to be his ability to fuse history and his personal experience."}