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Czeslaw Milosz - Song on the End of the World
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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 it should always be. 

On the day the world ends 
Women walk through 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: 
No other end of the world there will be, 
No other end of the world there will be.
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