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Sunday November 4, 2018
Hope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That light, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
They think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up by the hands of thieves.
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That light, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
Some people say we should not trust our eyes,
That there is nothing, just a seeming,
These are the ones who have no hope.
They think that the moment we turn away,
The world, behind our backs, ceases to exist,
As if snatched up by the hands of thieves.
—Czeslaw Milosz Polish poet (1911-2004)
Source:“Hope” in The Collected Poems 1931-1987 (buy from Amazon)
