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Late Ripeness

 

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,   

I felt a door opening in me and I entered   

the clarity of early morning.   

One after another my former lives were departing,   

like ships, together with their sorrow.   

And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas   

assigned to my brush came closer,   

ready now to be described better than they were before.   

I was not separated from people,   

grief and pity joined us.   

We forget—I kept saying—that we are all children of the King.   

For where we come from there is no division   

into Yes and No, into is, was, and will be.   

We were miserable, we used no more than a hundredth part   

of the gift we received for our long journey.   

Moments from yesterday and from centuries ago—   

a sword blow, the painting of eyelashes before a mirror   

of polished metal, a lethal musket shot, a caravel   

staving its hull against a reef—they dwell in us,   

waiting for a fulfillment.   

I knew, always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard,   

as are all men and women living at the same time,   

whether they are aware of it or not.   

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“Late Ripeness” from Second Space: New Poems by Czeslaw Milosz.  Translated by the author and Robert Hass. Copyright © 2004 by Czeslaw Milosz. Translation copyright © 2004 by Robert Hass. Reprinted with permission of HarperCollins Publishers.