TURN OF THE CENTURY
It was supposed to be better than the rest, our twentieth century.
But it won't have time to prove it.
Its years are numbered,
its step unsteady
its breath short.
Already too much has happened
that was not supposed to happen,
and what was to come
has yet to come.
Spring was to be on its way
and happiniess, among other things.
Fear was to leave the mountains and valleys.
the truth was supposed to finish before the lie.
Certain misfortunes
were never to happen again
such as war and hunger and so forth.
The defenselessness of the defenseless
was going to be respected.
Same for trust and the like.
Whoever wanted to enjoy the world
faces an impossible task.
Stupidity is not funny.
Wisdom is not cheerful.
Hope
is no longer the same young girl
et cetera. Alas.
God was at last to believe in man:
good and strong.
But good and strong
are still two different people.
How to live -- someone asked me in a letter,
someone I had wanted to ask the same thing.
Again and as always,
and as seen above
there are no questions more urgent
than the naive ones.
-- Wislawa Szymboraka
1 comment:
What a great poem! But I do wonder if it is intended by the poet to be entirely cynical or whether there's a bit of hope at the end, where the poet insists that the naive questions -- like how should we live our lives -- turn out to be the most vital ones of all, despite the impossibility of ever really answering them.
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