April 4, 2016

 The Gift
by Czeslaw Milosz

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 my 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.


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