One More DayComprehension of good and evil is given in the running of the blood.In a child's nestling close to its mother, she is security and warmth,In night fears when we are small, in dread of the beast's fangs and in the terror of dark rooms,In youthful infatuations where childhood delight find completion.And should we discredit the idea for its modest origins?Or should we say plainly that good is on the side of the livingAnd evil on the side of a doom that lurks to devour us?Yes, good is an ally of being and the mirror of evil is nothing,Good is brightness, evil darkness, good high, evil low,According to the nature of our bodies, of our language.The same could be said of beauty. It should not exist.There is not only no reason for it, but an argument against.Yet undoubtedly it is, and is different from ugliness.The voices of birds outside the window when they greet the morningAnd iridescent stripes of light blazing on the floor,Or the horizon with a wavy line where the peach-colored sky and the dark-blue mountain meet.Or the architecture of a tree, the slimness of a column crowned with green.All that, hasn't it been invoked for centuriesAs mystery which, in one instant, will be suddenly revealed?And the old artist thinks that all his life he has only trained his hand.One more day and he will enter the core as one enters a flower.And though the good is weak, beauty is very strong.Nonbeing sprawls, everywhere it turns into ash whole expanses of being,It masquerades in shapes and colors that imitate existenceAnd no one would know it, if they did not know that it was ugly.And when people cease to believe that there is good and evilOnly beauty will call to them and save themSo that they will still know how to say: this is true and that is false.
Milosz, Czeslaw. "One More Day" New and Collected Poems 1931-2001. New York" HarperCollins Publishers, Inc, 2001.