A Song on the End of the World
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 the 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 archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it’s happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as a bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No believes it’s 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:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.
– Czeslaw Milosz
With all the natural disasters and catastrophes occurring and the additional talk of the world ending, I saw this fitting to post. As it’s so relevant to today because it is assumed we will awake with the world being different to our five senses: sight, smell, touch, sound, taste…but who knows? No one knows the end, as the bumblebee will still circle a clover and women will still have babies….until the VERY end.
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