Czesław Miłosz’s life and thought are enclosed by the circle of return. It was apokatastasis, rendered in poetry and heading for existence. The exile shared the fate of fugitives, emigrants, and others deprived of their roots, those displaced by the winds of history, thrown into the outside world. The wanderer built his home in his mother tongue and remained true to it. He observed the world around him like Gucio Enchanted, the hero of his favourite children’s book: first, at close quarters, immersed in its small homeland as if in the calyx of the flower, then, from far away, like the world’s traveller encompassing continents, languages, generations and epochs...