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

One Comment on “Thank You, My Fate”

  1. Murray Malakoff (Malaschkowsky)

    Always been interested in the Warsaw ghetto. WOW. Have read Mila 18. Know abourSt.Edith Stein. Just appecta mortality a little better after reading this poem.

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