A 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 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.


                              Polish; trans. Czeslaw Milosz


Czeslaw Milosz, Polish, trans. Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001, The Ecco Press, 2003.