When I die, I will see the lining of the world. <br />The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset. <br />The true meaning, ready to be decoded. <br />What never added up will add Up, <br />What was incomprehensible will be comprehended. <br />- And if there is no lining to the world? <br />If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, <br />But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day <br />Make no sense following each other? <br />And on this earth there is nothing except this earth? <br />- Even if that is so, there will remain <br />A word wakened by lips that perish, <br />A tireless messenger who runs and runs <br />Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, <br />And calls out, protests, screams.<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meaning/
