Who Will Remain, What Will Remain?

Who will remain, what will remain? A wind will remain behind,
there will remain the blindness of the disappearing blind.
There will remain a string of foam: a sign of the sea,
there will remain a puff of cloud hooked upon a tree.

Who will remain, what will remain? A syllable will remain behind,
primeval, to cultivate its creation again in time.
There will remain a fiddlerose in honor of itself alone,
to be understood by seven blades of all grass that grows.

More than all the stars there are from north to here,
there will remain the star that falls in a true tear.
A drop of wine will always remain in a pitcher too.
Who will remain? God will remain, isn’t that enough for you?

Abraham Sutzkever