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Poetry Friday: A Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz

July 6th, 2018 (06:00 am)
hopeful

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Song: Your Glasses by Maria Mena

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

- A Song on the End of the World by Czeslaw Milosz, translated by Anthony Milosz

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Comments

Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: July 6th, 2018 02:51 pm (UTC)

And as we notice those bumblebees and rosy infants, plus bind our tomatoes, we perhaps should rejoice, no matter when? Lovely poem!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: July 6th, 2018 02:57 pm (UTC)

Always good to have hope.

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: July 7th, 2018 12:45 pm (UTC)

Wow. This is timeless and yet incredibly topical. We are definitely living in the end of the world!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: July 7th, 2018 07:21 pm (UTC)

I found it on poetryfoundation.org which says it was written in 1944. Wow.

Posted by: Molly Hogan (Molly Hogan)
Posted at: July 8th, 2018 10:55 am (UTC)

Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem and its reminder to be present in the moment.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: July 8th, 2018 03:21 pm (UTC)

The present is a gift.

Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: July 11th, 2018 01:06 am (UTC)
lovely

What a lovely reminder to savor each moment.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: July 11th, 2018 01:22 am (UTC)
Re: lovely

Appreciation, gratitude, recognition.

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