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.

(C) Czeslaw Milosz

 

Write about “A day so happy….”
Where are you–and whom are you with–when you feel as if life is a gift?
How does this poem speak to you about what’s really important?

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