Gift
by Czeslaw Milosz
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 envying him
Whatever evil I had suffered,I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrassme
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up,I saw the blue sea and sails