This poem comes from a well known polish poet Wislawa Szymborska, i came across this one long time ago when i was drawn towards poems, today after a long time, i read it again and felt like sharing it on my blog.
Happy love. Is that normal,
is that serious, is that useful--
what does the world get out of two people
who don't see the world?
Lifted towards each other for no valid reason,
no different from a million others, but convinced
that it had to be thus--as reward for what? Nothing:
light falling from nowhere--
why on them and not on others?
Does this offend justice? Yes.
Does it upset solicitously piled principles,
does it upset morals? It does upset and topple them.
Look at these happy ones:
would they at least put on some disguise,
pretend a little despondency to sustain their friends!
Hear how they laugh--offensively.
The language they use--seemingly intelligible
As for those ceremonies, the fuss,
their fanciful reciprocal duties--
they look like a conspiracy behind humanity's back!
It's hard to predict the outcome
if their example could be followed.
What would sustain religions and poets,
what would be remembered, what abandoned,
who would wish to stay within its bounds.
Happy love. Is it necessary?
It's tactful and sensible to ignore this scandal in Life's higher spheres.
Fine babies are born without its assistance.
Never, never could it populate the earth,
given its rare occurence.
Let people who haven't known happy love
insist it's nowhere to be found.
With such faith it'll be easier for them to live and to die.
--Wislawa Szymborska --
--trans. Adam Czerniawski--
