Love
by Czeslaw Milosz
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
From New and Collected Poems by Czelaw Milosz, translated by Robert Hass
What a beautiful poem!
Posted by: Stephen | October 02, 2012 at 04:11 AM
"Who serves best doesn’t always understand."
Nice!
Posted by: David Clark | October 05, 2012 at 03:47 PM