POETRY IS LIKE TAKING A DEEP BREATH

Thursday 17 February 2011

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

Funeral Cortege of Victor Hugo


What is the end of all things - life or grave?
Is it the upholding, or the whelming, wave?
So many tangled tracks whose distant goal
Is what? The cradle holds - fate or man's soul?
Are we below, in blest or wretched state,
Predestined kings, or pawns foredoomed of fate?
Didst Thou, oh God, Lord Almighty, say,
Create man but to tread his destined way?
Say, does the crib the cross already hold?
These silken nests, touched by cool dawn with gold,
Where amid flowers budding plumes expand,
Were they for small fowls or for fowlers planned?

Victor Hugo
1802-1885
translated from the French by R.J.P. Hewison