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A Poem For the End of the Century
When everything was fine
And the notion of sin had vanished
And the earth was ready
In universal peace
To consume and rejoice
Without creeds and utopias,

I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians,
Of philosophers, poets,
Searched for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing,
Waking up at night, muttering at dawn.


What oppressed me so much
Was a bit shameful.

Talking of it aloud
Would show neither tact nor prudence.

It might even seem an outrage
Against the health of mankind.


Alas, my memory
Does not want to leave me
And in it, live beings
Each with its own pain,
Each with its own dying,
Its own trepidation.


Why then innocence
On paradisal beaches,
An impeccable sky
Over the church of hygiene?
Is it because that
Was long ago?

To a saintly man
--So goes an Arab tale--
God said somewhat maliciously:
"Had I revealed to people
How great a sinner you are,
They could not praise you.
"

"And I," answered the pious one,
"Had I unveiled to them
How merciful you are,
They would not care for you.
"

To whom should I turn
With that affair so dark
Of pain and also guilt
In the structure of the world,
If either here below
Or over there on high
No power can abolish
The cause and the effect?

Don't think, don't remember
The death on the cross,
Though everyday He dies,
The only one, all-loving,
Who without any need
Consented and allowed
To exist all that is,
Including nails of torture.


Totally enigmatic.

Impossibly intricate.

Better to stop speech here.

This language is not for people.

Blessed be jubilation.

Vintages and harvests.

Even if not everyone
Is granted serenity.
Written by: Czeslaw Milosz