To love each other

in a time

when people kill each other

with better and better weapons

and let each other starve to death

And to know

that we can do little about it

and to try

not to be blunted

And still

love each other


To love each other

and let each other starve to death

To love each other and know

that one can do little about it

To love each other

and try not to be blunted

To love each other

and with time

kill each other

And yet love each other

with better and better weapons

“Confusion”

Erich Fried, 1979. From Love Poems, trans. Stuart Hood