There is no God,
there is no director,
there is no conductor.
The world makes itself happen,
the play plays itself,
the orchestra plays itself.
And if the violin drops from somebody´s hand
and their heart stops beating
the man and his death never meet:
there´s nothing behind the glass;
the other side is nothing, is just a mirror
where my own fear regards me
with big eyes.
And behind this fear,
if only you look carefully enough,
there are grass and sunflowers
turning slowly by themselves towards the sun
without a God, a director, a conductor.
Jaan Kaplinski (traduzido por Jaan Kaplinski e Fiona Sampson)
in Selected poems, Bloodaxe
Retirado da Poesia Incompleta-Livraria
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