This is the first in series of extracts of poems from writers who have come before. Not necessarily their best work, but rather what caught my eye.
Tell me, for once at least laying
Caution aside, and fear and guarded speech,
Tell me, as you would in the middle of the night
When we face only night, the ticking of a watch,
The whistle of an express train, tell me
Whether you really think that this world
Is your home?
-- "An Appeal"
from New and Collected Poems 1931-2001 by Czeslaw Milosz