Tuesday, November 08, 2011

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.

- Czeslaw Milosz

4 comments:

withoutwordswouldyouknow said...

'The Window' by diane di prima

you are my bread
and the hairline noise
of my bones
you are almost
the sea

you are not stone
or molten sound
I think
you have no hands

this kind of bird flies backwards
and this love
breaks on a windowpane
where no light talks

this is not the time
for crossing tongues
(the sand here
never shifts)

I think
tomorrow
turned you with his toe
and you will
shine
and shine
unspent and underground

Moon River said...

beautiful!

thank you!

A.Decker said...

Nice. Very nice.

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