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\nA Song on the End of the World<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
On the day the world ends
\nA bee circles a clover,
\nA fisherman mends a glimmering net.
\nHappy porpoises jump in the sea,
\nBy the rainspout young sparrows are playing
\nAnd the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.<\/p>\nOn the day the world ends
\nWomen walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
\nA drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
\nVegetable peddlers shout in the street
\nAnd a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
\nThe voice of a violin lasts in the air
\nAnd leads into a starry night.<\/p>\nAnd those who expected lightning and thunder
\nAre disappointed.
\nAnd those who expected signs and archangels\u2019 trumps
\nDo not believe it is happening now.
\nAs long as the sun and the moon are above,
\nAs long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
\nAs long as rosy infants are born
\nNo one believes it is happening now.<\/p>\nOnly a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
\nYet is not a prophet, for he\u2019s much too busy,
\nRepeats while he binds his tomatoes:
\nThere will be no other end of the world,
\nThere will be no other end of the world.<\/p>\n\u2014Czes\u0142aw Mi\u0142osz, translated by Anthony Mi\u0142osz
\nWarsaw, 1944<\/em><\/p>\n