“How it should be in Heaven I know, for I was there.
By its river. Listening to its birds.”

— Czeslaw Milosz

"How It Should Be in Heaven" (1986), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass
New Poems (1985-1987)
Context: How it should be in Heaven I know, for I was there.
By its river. Listening to its birds.
In its season: in summer, shortly after sunrise.
I would get up and run to my thousand works
And the garden was superterrestrial, owned by imagination.

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Polish, poet, diplomat, prosaist, writer, and translator 1911–2004

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By its river. Listening to its birds.”