Thank you for the link, Bingley. It's too bad that the authors' nations are not shown in the list of winners. But that in itself can be a conundrum requiring a bit of tracing. Czeslaw Milosz, who, on some list of mine, is a Polish-American winner, was originally from Poland although he moved to America when he was 49. Here's one of his poems from the link you provided:

So Little
I said so little.
Days were short.

Short days.
Short nights.
Short years.

I said so little.
I couldn't keep up.

My heart grew weary
From joy,
Despair,
Ardor,
Hope.

The jaws of Leviathan
Were closing upon me.

Naked, I lay on the shores
Of desert islands.

The white whale of the world
Hauled me down to its pit.

And now I don't know
What in all that was real.



...can't say I find much in this one to admire. Maybe the poetry is in a Polish version, if he wrote it in Polish...

WW