Modern Poetry: "The Gift" Milosz

Such a happy day.

The fog cleared early and I was working in the garden.

A hummingbird perched on a honeysuckle flower.

There is nothing in this world that I want to possess.

I know that no one is worthy of my envy.

Any misfortune I have suffered, I have forgotten.

It does not make me embarrassed to think that I am one person now...

There is no pain in me.

Straightening up, I saw the blue sea and the shadow of the sail.