Thank you, my fate

Great humility fills me,
great purity fills me,
I make love with my dear
as if I made love dying
as if I made love praying,
tears pour
over my arms and his arms.
I don’t know whether this is joy
or sadness, I don’t understand
what I feel, I’m crying,
I’m crying, it’s humility
as if I were dead,
gratitude, I thank you, my fate,
I’m unworthy, how beautiful
my life.

— Anna Swir
Translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan

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A long favorite. "I'm unworthy, how beautiful/my life."

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Today was so green and all new, reading Larry Levis out loud, tea in a thermos, kolačke (which is 'cookie'), Maulpoix also ("Love, after all, is our only task, our only duty;" "What is the difference in pronunciation between 'laugh,' and 'love'?"). Even the BBC couldn't have predicted this.