an hour

Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,
From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices
And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me.
Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning
They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals,
So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.

                                                                             Czeslaw Milosz

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4 Responses to an hour

  1. Beautiful combination, Poojy.

  2. I love what the writer expresses regarding the five senses. so cool!

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