
A Rather Pessimistic Sonnet
would the expert eye of the thud
discern the rhododendron’s harmony?
No, no, an endless morality won’t
help us change the world into a better one
to hope, to always hope, that among the people
who the horrible convenience ravages,
you’ll meet soft souls with manners
full of goodness, longing for kindness, and serenity
perhaps not too many, if you’re unlucky: none!
then you try to become better
in a way that some balance may arise
let all around you get busy to do something
you think — now, with what sweet serenity
you anticipate the time when you’ll lie down
onto the consoling deathbed