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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poem For the End of the Century</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When everything was fine<br>And the notion of sin had vanished<br>And the earth was ready<br>In universal peace<br>To consume and rejoice<br>Without creeds and utopias,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, for unknown reasons,<br>Surrounded by the books<br>Of prophets and theologians,<br>Of philosophers, poets,<br>Searched for an answer,<br>Scowling, grimacing,<br>Waking up at night, muttering at dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What oppressed me so much<br>Was a bit shameful.<br>Talking of it aloud<br>Would show neither tact nor prudence.<br>It might even seem an outrage<br>Against the health of mankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas, my memory<br>Does not want to leave me<br>And in it, live beings<br>Each with its own pain,<br>Each with its own dying,<br>Its own trepidation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why then innocence<br>On paradisal beaches,<br>An impeccable sky<br>Over the church of hygiene?<br>Is it because that<br>Was long ago?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a saintly man<br>--So goes an Arab tale--<br>God said somewhat maliciously:<br>&quot;Had I revealed to people<br>How great a sinner you are,<br>They could not praise you.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And I,&quot; answered the pious one,<br>&quot;Had I unveiled to them<br>How merciful you are,<br>They would not care for you.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To whom should I turn<br>With that affair so dark<br>Of pain and also guilt<br>In the structure of the world,<br>If either here below<br>Or over there on high<br>No power can abolish<br>The cause and the effect?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't think, don't remember<br>The death on the cross,<br>Though everyday He dies,<br>The only one, all-loving,<br>Who without any need<br>Consented and allowed<br>To exist all that is,<br>Including nails of torture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Totally enigmatic.<br>Impossibly intricate.<br>Better to stop speech here.<br>This language is not for people.<br>Blessed be jubilation.<br>Vintages and harvests.<br>Even if not everyone<br>Is granted serenity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Czeslaw+Milosz">Czeslaw Milosz</a><div class=q>
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And the notion of sin had vanished
And the earth was ready
In universal peace
To consume and rejoice
Without creeds and utopias,

I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians,
Of philosophers..."></div>
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