Wednesday, August 17, 2011



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 the branch? If night and day
Make no sense following each other?
And on this earth there is nothing except this earth?
- Even if that is so, there will remain
A word wakened by lips that perish,
A tireless messenger who runs and runs
Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies,
And calls out, protests, screams.

Czeslaw Milosz


shallowfrozenwater said...

i loved this and plan to put it on my own blog sometime soon. i'll link back to you when i put it up.

Marty Gould said...

Whenever I see the name Czeslaw Milosz I think of this song:

mjaneb said...

This says it well.