Report from Paradise Print
By Zbigniew Herbert   
Friday, 18 February 2011

In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours
salaries are higher prices steadily go down 
manual labour is not tiring (because of reduced gravity) 
chopping wood is no harder than typing 
the social system is stable and the rulers are wise 
really in paradise one is better off than in whatever country 

At first it was to have been different 
luminous circles choirs and degrees of abstraction 
but they were not able to separate exactly 
the soul from the flesh and so it would come here 
with a drop of fat a thread of muscle 
it was necessary to face the consequences 
to mix a grain of the absolute with a grain of clay 
one more departure from doctrine the last departure 
only John foresaw it: you will be resurrected in the flesh 

not many behold God 
he is only for those of 100 per cent pneuma 
the rest listen to communiqu├ęs about miracles and floods 
some day God will be seen by all 
when it will happen nobody knows 

As it is now every Saturday at noon 
sirens sweetly bellow 
and from the factories go the heavenly proletarians 
awkwardly under their arms they carry their wings like violins
In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours