Thursday, March 19, 2009


- Czeslaw Milosz

When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
The true meaning, ready to be decoded.
What never added up will add Up,
What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.
- And if there is no lining to the world?
If a thrush on a branch is not a sign,
But just a thrush on a branch? If night and day
Make no sense in following each other?
And on this earth there is nothing except this earth?
- Even if that is so, there will remain
A word awakened by lips that perish,
A tireless messenger who runs and runs
Through interstellar fields, through revolving galaxies,
And calls out, protests, screams.

[NOTE: This was originally posted on May 10, 2007.]

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