Gift

by Czeslaw Milosz


Original Language Polish

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 man worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man didn't embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
On straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

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