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.
"How It Should Be in Heaven" (1986), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass - New Poems (1985-1987)