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Milosz collected Lithuanian folk tales, wrote fiction, drama, and essays. Largely neglected during his lifetime, Milosz has increasingly come to be considered as an important figure in French poetry.
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Some of his works in French:
- 1899 : Le Poème des Décadences (poetry)
- 1906 : Les Sept Solitudes (poetry)
- 1910 : L'Amoureuse Initiation (novel)
- 1911 : Les Éléments (poetry)
- 1913 : Miguel Mañara. Mystère en six tableaux. (play)
- 1915 : Poèmes
- 1917 : Épitre à Storge (first part of Ars Magna)
- 1918 : Adramandoni (six poems)
- 1919 : Méphisobeth (play)
- 1922 : La Confession de Lemuel
- 1924 : Ars Magna (philosophy)
- 1926-27 : Les Arcanes (poetry)
- 1930 : Contes et Fabliaux de la vieille Lithuanie (translation of folk tales)
- 1932 : Origines ibériques du peuple juif (essay)
- 1933 : Contes lithuaniens de ma Mère l'Oye (translation of folk tales)
- 1936 : Les Origines de la nation lithuanienne (essay)
- 1938 : La Clef de l'Apocalypse
Works translated into English:
- 1928, a collection of 26 Lithuanian songs;
- 1930, Lithuanian Tales and Stories;
- 1933, Lithuanian Tales;
- 1937, The origin of the Lithuanian Nation, in which he tried to persuade the reader that Lithuanians have the same origin as Jews from the Iberian Peninsula.
- 1985, The Noble Traveller: The Life and Writings of Oskar Milosz, ed. Christopher Bamford (Lindisfarne Press).
Opera based on his poems:
- 2004, Books of Silence, Composer - Latvian Andris Dzenitis
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