Hayley's last entry reminded me that I need to post something for poetry month. So, here goes:
Voices of Poor People
A Song on the End of the World
By Czeslaw 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-
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