Pleasure of Living Poem by Montserrat Abelló i Soler

Pleasure of Living



Pleasure of living
To be seated gazing
at the fading afternoon

Today in a glittering grey
now that days become longer.
And to feel happy as Epicurus

with the few things I want
at arm's reach.
And in not expecting

anything from an everafter,
not to be afraid of life
or death.

Translated by the author

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