Sunday, August 22, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

Bumblebees on Thistle
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A Song on the End of the World
by Czeslaw Milosz (Translated by Anthony Milosz)

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 a 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 and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is 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:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

Warsaw, 1944


  1. That's how I want my end of the world to be.
    Love the Bees and Flower.

    When I logged on this morning, there was a teaser picture of a glass house. 35 million $$$ of see through house. I know the idea is being able to see the countryside.
    I have visions of me stumbling rumpled and bedhead in the morning. Or running from one end to the other naked to get clean underwear/clothes from the dryer.
    How could I nap on my couch with a kit or a pup? My clutter or dustballs open to all.
    No thanks.

    Andi, you dashed my hopes with the reality I knew yesterday. Pretend is so much better this time of year.
    Triple digit today and tomorrow.

    Dina, sounds yum. I went to our local produce store and bought veggies yesterday too. They taste so much better than canned or frozen.

    Farf, if we could pick who stays and who goes, life would be dreamy. Alas...Great semester to DD. She can enjoy time away from home. The strange thing is how much my brother reminds me physically of my mother. His actions and walk are so much like hers were. I hadn't noticed when he was just here for a day or two.

    Got my lesson ready for tomorrow and my room is spic and span. First time in years. My aide had a broken leg this time last year, so she spent all last week organizing which I didn't have the year before. WooHoo. We are also not starting out with bunches of kiddos which is good too.

    Does anybody drink much green tea? I'm looking at drinking more and wanting to brew it to drink cold. I see it bottled, but don't know how good that is nutrient wise. I'm thinking Lipton has green tea bags. I'm trying not to break the bank so to speak, but it may be worth it for taste to get a different brand. Ideas?

    Maria, hope Kit is nesting and making himself at home. The herd is pretty adjusted now. Newbies are jumping on counter/table and being yelled at. Dogs are doing much better, though Springer had barking issues last night. He had newbies all around him yesterday and slept right through it. There was an article in the paper with a three-legged lab, a great dane and a goat needing adoption. I think we might just be the right home---NOT.

    A relaxing Sunday to all.

  2. Thanks for this poem Jim. I looked up the poet and realized he also wrote a poem, Campo dei Fiori, that I really like. But I'd never read this one. Very fall of Icarus isn't it? He worked in the Polish underground during WWII.

  3. Lisa, duplicate deleted. After one week the shabbiness is creeping into (as if it ever really left) my room again. It's like the stiffness of new clothes giving way to the softness of use.

    maryb, Campo dei Fiori, wow! No wonder he won the Nobel.

  4. Huh, I like that. Every moment of every day the world ends, but replaced with one almost exactly like it. Every action, from momentous decisions in the highest places to the moth choosing which flower to probe next, creates the world of the next moment. Solomon said, "One generation passes away, another comes, but the earth abides forever."

    Taking the motorcycle to church… cars are succumbing to August Ailments. I might be on it for a long time to come. Later!

  5. Hi, all. Lisa, I agree that there is nothing like fresh fruit and vegetables. I also got a wonderful pie called Wildberry Pie.

    What slays me is that I have lived here for 18 years and just found the farmers' market last year. At least I found it and am enjoying it now.

    Happy Sunday to everyone!

  6. GREAT poem, Jim! Makes me more determined to read more poetry. Thanks for the nudge. And love the pic - thought it was an Olivia shot at first.

    I saw that house, Lisa - I don't believe in curtains, but there are still some corners that the world doesn't need to see.

    No help with green tea - I know it's good for you, but I can't do caffeine so rarely drink it. And Great Danes are wonderful dogs - if I had a place to live, I'd be tempted.

    Cool rainy day, which suits me just fine. Writing all day, after walking a few miles to a sinful breakfast place. Abelskivers with blackberry brandy sauce - yum yum.

    Peaceful Sunday, all.

  7. Farf, I hope good weather holds for you as long as you're biking to work.

    Dina, I love fresh from the garden produce. My dad was a gardener, but I didn't inherit the green genes. I was banished from the garden early and often for pulling up what I thought were weeds that were whatever should have been in the row I was weeding.

    Beth, hope you got lots of writing done today.

    It looks like a new fridge is in our future. The freezer in our old one decided to go into permanent thaw cycle today. Hope everyone has a good week.

  8. Lovely poem, wonderful photo.

    Lisa, I just can't do green tea. Can't stand the taste unless it's well disguised. I hope you have better taste!