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.
Czelaw Milosz
Nice poem. "To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me." Sounds as if he's returned from someplace that wasn't him and he's found he's still the same man he was before he went there. I wonder where he went.
ReplyDeleteWallowing in the past is futile. He can only build up on the present.
DeleteOne of my favorite poems. Milosz enjoying the pure and natural gift of being.
ReplyDeleteYes, I love this poem. Every line of it.
DeleteHi Julia .. great way to celebrate Labour Day your end of the world ... it's a beautifully expressed poem - to remember the day and to be ..
ReplyDeleteCheers Hilary
Good point, Hilary. Thanks.
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