Great poem

Jon forwarded this poem to me, which I thought was just great. I hope you agree. Reality Demands By Wislawa Szymborska Reality demands that we also mention this:   Life goes on.   It continues at Cannae and Borodino, at Kosovo Polje and Guernica.   There's a gas station   on a little square in Jericho,   and wet paint   on park benches in Bila Hora.   Letters fly back and forth   between Pearl Harbor and Hastings,   a moving van passes     beneath the eye of the lion at Cheronea,     and the blooming orchards near Verdun   cannot escape   the approaching atmosphere front.   There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.     Music pours from the yachts moored at Actium     and couples dance on their sunlit decks.     So much is always going on, that it must be going on all over.   Where not a stone still stands   you see the Ice Cream Man   besieged by children.   Where Hiroshima had been     Hiroshima is again, producing many products for everyday use.   This terrifying world is not devoid of charms,   of the mornings that make waking up worthwhile. The grass is green   on Maciejowice's fields,     and it is studded with dew, as is normal with grass.     Perhaps all fields are battlefields,     all grounds are battlegrounds,   those we remember   and those that are forgotten:   the birch, cedar, and fir forests, the white snow,   the yellow sands, gray gravel, the iridescent swamps,   the canyons of black defeat,     where, in times of crisis,   you can cower under a bush. What moral flows from this? Probably none.   Only the blood flows, drying quickly,   and, as always, a few rivers, a few clouds. On tragic mountain passes   the wind rips hats from unwitting heads and we can't help   laughing at that.