How Wonderful by Tadeusz Różewicz, translated by Joanna Trzeciak

How wonderful I can pick
berries in the woods
I thought
there were no woods or berries.

How wonderful I can stretch out
in the shadow of a tree
I thought trees
no longer gave shade.

How wonderful I am with you
my heart is beating fast
I thought human beings
had no heart.

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