Gift
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over the 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 blue sea and sails.
--Czeslaw Milosz, from Selected and Last Poems (1931-2004)
I really wish I could feel like this all the time. Life is always keeping me down.
I don't know if it's possible to feel this way all the time. As I read the poem it seems like the experience is a moment, perhaps fleeting. And unexpected. In the middle of all the difficulty, a moment of gift.
Thanks for the poem. A welcome gift to my day.
It is a surprisingly dense poem - enjoyment in the garden leads to digging deeper physically and emotionally. The speaker can even see himself without embarrassment . I copied this out for my most recent letter to my son at college with your web address. Thank you.
Yep. But I'm talking about heaven. :)
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