Gift
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
~Czeslaw Milosz
2 comments:
Beautiful kids and thanks for the Milosz poem.
Is that a photo of Gloucester area? I thought maybe because of your locale. I used to live there, drawn by poet-meister Charles Olson.
Milosz: I've read more about him than him. He's important to a lot of poets? I always wonder what I'm missing with translations.
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