The Greatest Love by Anna Swir

Anna Swir

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Czeslaw Milosz

The Greatest Love by Anna Swir

T.

Dear October: I need you to be over. I am so tired. I think I’m coming down with something. A fool: they loved calling me that.

Yours,

T.

The Greatest Love

Anna Swir

Translated by Czeslaw Milosz

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.”

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