Monday, March 26, 2012

Tuesday Poem--Gift by Czesław Miłosz


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.
Czesław Miłosz

14 comments:

  1. i am far away in Ithaca, but checking in. i love "there was no thing on earth i wanted to possess." the "no thing" and "no one" are so strong, so rooted in sureness.

    thanks for findingthese gems, friend.

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  2. Thank you, Melissa, always, for Milosz.
    Thought of you when I found this (although I suspect you already know it).
    Best, T

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  3. This poem makes me gasp, both for its simplicity and its wisdom.

    Thank you this, Melissa.

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  4. Ah, Milosz. Plain spoken beauty. He, a true GIFT. And so very pretty this is. :)

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  5. I love this - to be on the other side of such change - there is a bit of lightness before we change again.
    I hope you are well.
    xo
    Rachel

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  6. Yes, Susan, the repetition strengthens everything. xo

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  7. Hi, Tim. I know how much you like the Miłosz. Thanks for the Dowson poem and for the lovely photos of your spring.

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  8. Yes, T., it does make one gasp. I think it's a perfect poem. xo

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  9. Yes, Jayne, Milosz was given a tremendous gift, and her turned around and gave it to us. Generous and deeply peaceful, no? xo

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  10. AJ, it IS gorgeous. Glad you visited.

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  11. Yes, Rachel, you've put it perfectly. So glad you came, and thanks for thinking of me. I've been distracted by art-making and wasn't able to write any new poems, but I am very well. xo

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  12. The time away from our poems is just as important. So glad you are well. And art-making!
    xo

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  13. Rachel, dear, the ice-jam seems to have broken---I wrote two new poems in two days, and feel so relieved, but I'm still working away at my table with paint, paper, ribbons and stamps! xo

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