The Greatest Love by Anna Swir

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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