Wislawa Szymborska, 'A Contribution to Statistics'
Out of a hundred people
those who always know better
- fifty-two
doubting every step
- nearly all the rest,
glad to lend a hand
if it doesn’t take too long
- as high as forty-nine,
always good
because they can’t be otherwise
- four, well maybe five,
able to admire without envy
- eighteen,
suffering illusions
induced by fleeting youth
- sixty, give or take a few,
not to be taken lightly
- forty and four,
living in constant fear
of someone or something
- seventy-seven,
capable of happiness
- twenty-something tops,
harmless singly, savage in crowds
- half at least,
cruel
when forced by circumstances
- better not to know
even ballpark figures,
wise after the fact
- just a couple more
than wise before it,
taking only things from life
- thirty
(I wish I were wrong),
hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
- eighty-three
sooner or later,
righteous
- thirty-five, which is a lot,
righteous
and understanding
- three,
worthy of compassion
- ninety-nine,
mortal
- a hundred out of a hundred.
Thus far this figure still remains unchanged.
by Wislawa Szymborska
English version by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak
(reposted from
duathir in
greatpoets; many thanks!)