Saturday, July 16, 2022

My-ness by Czesław Miłosz


“My parents, my husband, my brother, my sister.”
I am listening in a cafeteria at breakfast.
The women's voices rustle, fulfill themselves
In a ritual no doubt necessary.
I glance sidelong at their moving lips
And I delight in being here on earth
For one more moment, with them, here on earth,
To celebrate our tiny, tiny my-ness.
(Translated by Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass) 

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