by Wislawa Szymborska
from view with a grain of sand
True love. Is it normal?
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions, but
convinced it had to happen this way---in reward for what?
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn't this outrage justice?
Yes it does.
Doesn't it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles
and cast the moral from the peak?
Yes on both accounts.
Look at the happy couple.
Couldn't they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends' sake?
Listen to them laughing---it's an insult.
The language they use---deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the eleborate mutual routines---
it's obviously a plot behind the human race's back!
It's hard to even guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered?
Who'd want to stay within bounds?
Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life's highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn't populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.
Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there's no such thing.
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
(note: I've just discovered this poet - what a gold mine)