On Living

Nazim Hikmet

Living is no laughing matter:

you must live with great seriousness

like a squirrel, for example—

  I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,

I mean living must be your whole occupation.

Living is no laughing matter:

you must take it seriously,

so much so and to such a degree

  that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,

                      your back to the wall,

  or else in a laboratory

in your white coat and safety glasses,

you can die for people—

  even for people whose faces you've never seen,

  even though you know living

is the most real, the most beautiful thing.

I mean, you must take living so seriously

  that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees—

  and not for your children, either,

  but because although you fear death you don't believe it,

  because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

Let's say we're seriously ill, need surgery—

which is to say we might not get up

from the white table.

Even though it's impossible not to feel sad

about going a little too soon,

we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,

we'll look out the window to see if it's raining,

or still wait anxiously

for the latest newscast. . . 

Let's say we're at the front—

for something worth fighting for, say.

There, in the first offensive, on that very day,

we might fall on our face, dead.

We'll know this with a curious anger,

    but we'll still worry ourselves to death

    about the outcome of the war, which could last years.

Let's say we're in prison

and close to fifty,

and we have eighteen more years, say,

            before the iron doors will open.

We'll still live with the outside,

with its people and animals, struggle and wind—

                I mean with the outside beyond the walls.

I mean, however and wherever we are,

    we must live as if we will never die.

This earth will grow cold,

a star among stars

        and one of the smallest,

a gilded mote on blue velvet—

 I mean this, our great earth.

This earth will grow cold one day,

not like a block of ice

or a dead cloud even 

but like an empty walnut it will roll along

 in pitch-black space . . . 

You must grieve for this right now

—you have to feel this sorrow now—

for the world must be loved this much

                if you''re going to say "I lived". . .

【End】

neboť svět musí být tolik milován pokud chceš říct "žil jsem."

怎么才能帮你把这一段剔骨的研究rewind.再抹去，不然以后做排骨吃排骨你都要琢磨这个。。。

丹心玉壶 发表于 2021-08-30 16:21

不瞒你说，这几年一直从农场买整只放养的猪，一般是农场给分成四部分，然后剩下的就要自己处理剔骨分开，我买了一套刀具，对剔骨非常有研究。。。。。

回答一下ls的jms，是桃树

oldbear1 发表于 2021-08-30 12:40

哇你真的开始重桃树了！！！！太赞了

有特地选好吃的桃子的核吗？还是准备嫁接？

坏天气总会过去

ivyparker 发表于 2021-08-30 11:07

太美了

好治愈

谢谢师姐🌹🌹🌹🌹

哇你真的开始重桃树了！！！！太赞了

有特地选好吃的桃子的核吗？还是准备嫁接？

Mireille 发表于 2021-08-30 20:03

桃子挺好吃的，但是种下去不一定好吃，到时候看看运气吧，可能还是要嫁接

这个太好笑了！

哇你真的开始重桃树了！！！！太赞了

有特地选好吃的桃子的核吗？还是准备嫁接？

Mireille 发表于 2021-08-30 20:03

好久不见了玫瑰，最近好吗？

不瞒你说，这几年一直从农场买整只放养的猪，一般是农场给分成四部分，然后剩下的就要自己处理剔骨分开，我买了一套刀具，对剔骨非常有研究。。。。。

懒猫一只 发表于 2021-08-30 19:38

你的技能好多，刨地，杀猪剔骨...我有点怕你了！

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Monday blues

outpost 发表于 2021-08-30 15:27

坦克又忧郁了。我特别喜欢一首同名歌，在一个电影里听过后，单曲循环好多天。

前段时间在育种，现在我把它种出来了，长出来一个小苗

oldbear1 发表于 2021-08-30 03:22

你好有耐心，居然从种子开始种树！

谢谢推荐。看了下觉得和aeon有点像，不过aeon更偏文化艺术类。中文网络中同形态是matters，那是端传媒前主编建的。

我觉得这种新媒体的问题是无法cover重大的即时社会新闻。那种报道一般需要长时间的跟踪和信息渠道。背后没有机构的资助和关系网很难开展。

ivyparker 发表于 2021-08-29 21:11

今天我终于从邮箱里刨出来尘封已久的一个杂志叫Matter哈哈哈哈，这是一种生物学杂志。昨天你说的时候我想了好久觉得有印象，差了一个字母。我被这个杂志广告弄烦了，很早就block了...

看了一下这个Matters还蛮有意思的，以后follow一下，多谢推荐！

又是一天，求今夜美女入梦，晚安！

“ 呦，小娘！”

你的技能好多，刨地，杀猪剔骨...我有点怕你了！

foreverisnever 发表于 2021-08-31 01:29

呵呵，我不务正业，以后想拥有一大块地，当个农场主

早上好🌞☕️

太美了

好治愈

谢谢师姐🌹🌹🌹🌹

Mireille 发表于 2021-08-30 20:03

玫瑰好久不见，你还好么？

这注定是一个蹲家的劳动节。

把腰闪了，呼吸都疼，疼的呲牙咧嘴，躺床上起不来了。。。5555555

outpost 发表于 2021-08-31 15:10

有没有会推拿/正骨的帮你整整？ 可能有点轻微错位。 好好休息。送两张乔家儿女 四美老公的帅照安慰一下

不瞒你说，这几年一直从农场买整只放养的猪，一般是农场给分成四部分，然后剩下的就要自己处理剔骨分开，我买了一套刀具，对剔骨非常有研究。。。。。

懒猫一只 发表于 2021-08-30 19:38

嗯，有画面感了。。。 从别处看来的图，觉得还挺好笑的，转一个