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."
Translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan
Anonymous Submission
Either she or this poem only could say: what was their love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautifully ripened mature love? Simply superb.