The Greatest Love

She is sixty. She lives
the greatest love of her life.

She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,
her hair streams in the wind.
Her dear one says:
"You have hair like pearls."

Her children say:
"Old fool."

Translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan

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by Anna Swirszczynska

Comments (2)

What a beautifully ripened mature love? Simply superb.
Either she or this poem only could say: what was their love?