J. Hartwig. *** (Лирика / философская)

From what size are they worthy of our sympathy and help?
A fly isn't yet, nor a moscito. Nor is a caterpillar.
Concerning a mouse, still much of a question.
Take a bird, and many hearts will be touched.
Depends on their aptitude, on sweetness in the impression they make.
Agreeability, aesthetics and touchingness play a role, too.
But we are, equally, God's trapped flies,
mosquitos that bite him on his cheek,
spiders setting nets in his apartment,
mean poachers in the woods of his kingdom.
A lion to us isn't even a ladybug to Arcturus.
© С. Мархоцкий, 07.11.2012 в 14:02
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