Poetry

  1     | after
  2 Text|             I know that books have alienated me from life and that philosophy
  3 Text|           I must drown, for though alive, I am as if dead. It is
  4     | an
  5     | at
  6 Text|         devoured by the first wild beasts that find it. But if mankind
  7     | because
  8     | become
  9 Text|        lose my feelings as a human being. Love was not born for me,
 10 Text|           where the gentle breezes blow from all directions. In
 11 Text|            philosophers. As for my body after death, I am a Diogenes.
 12 Text|           by thoughts. I know that books have alienated me from life
 13 Text|        shall soon sink to the very bottom of the sea. And I must drown,
 14 Text|           village where the gentle breezes blow from all directions.
 15 Text|            nothing!’~The villagers buried their only intellectual
 16 Text|            have one wish. Let them bury me in a lonely spot, surrounded
 17 Text|        such a thing and insists on burying me, then I have one wish.
 18 Text|           for that which the world calls sin, for I pardon no one,
 19     | cannot
 20 Text|            and that philosophy has caused me to lose my feelings as
 21 Text|      without offerings or mourning clothes, because for me:~ A world
 22 Text|      Diogenes. Let it rot where it collapses; let it be devoured by the
 23 Text|           born for me, nothing was created for me! I was born superfluous
 24 Text|            it there is no name, no date or sign. All that is inscribed
 25 Text|           though alive, I am as if dead. It is all the same to me...
 26 Text| philosophers. As for my body after death, I am a Diogenes. Let it
 27 Text|          mistake. Having wished so desperately to right some of the wrongs
 28 Text|            it collapses; let it be devoured by the first wild beasts
 29 Text|           world; I sat down to the dinner table by mistake. Having
 30 Text|           body after death, I am a Diogenes. Let it rot where it collapses;
 31 Text|       gentle breezes blow from all directions. In the shade of a wild
 32     | down
 33 Text|      bottom of the sea. And I must drown, for though alive, I am
 34 Text|       their only intellectual with due respect, but in a lonely
 35 Text|          it. But if mankind cannot endure such a thing and insists
 36 Text|          sin, for I pardon no one, especially not the philosophers. As
 37     | even
 38 Text|           has caused me to lose my feelings as a human being. Love was
 39     | few
 40     | first
 41 Text|           myself. I am like a reed floating in the middle of the ocean
 42 Text|  overlooking the village where the gentle breezes blow from all directions.
 43 Text|        lies the young man’s simple grave. On it there is no name,
 44     | has
 45 Text|           dinner table by mistake. Having wished so desperately to
 46 Text|      lonely spot - at the top of a hill overlooking the village
 47     | his
 48 Text|           to lose my feelings as a human being. Love was not born
 49 Text|           better to be ruled by an inanimate yet visible object than
 50 Text|          date or sign. All that is inscribed are his last words:~ A world
 51 Text|            endure such a thing and insists on burying me, then I have
 52 Text|        villagers buried their only intellectual with due respect, but in
 53 Text|        than by philosophy which is invisible! It is better to become
 54 Text|          are killed by thoughts. I know that books have alienated
 55 Text|      thistles, without a tear or a lament, without offerings or mourning
 56     | last
 57 Text|           the shade of a wild rose lies the young man’s simple grave.
 58 Text|       books have alienated me from life and that philosophy has
 59     | like
 60 Text|        philosophy has caused me to lose my feelings as a human being.
 61 Text|         feelings as a human being. Love was not born for me, nothing
 62 Text|        beasts that find it. But if mankind cannot endure such a thing
 63 Text|        like a reed floating in the middle of the ocean and shall soon
 64 Text|        down to the dinner table by mistake. Having wished so desperately
 65 Text|       lament, without offerings or mourning clothes, because for me:~
 66 Text|           It is better to become a murderer with a rifle than by thoughts.
 67     | must
 68 Text|           grave. On it there is no name, no date or sign. All that
 69 Text|           an inanimate yet visible object than by philosophy which
 70 Text|      floating in the middle of the ocean and shall soon sink to the
 71 Text|          tear or a lament, without offerings or mourning clothes, because
 72 Text|        spot - at the top of a hill overlooking the village where the gentle
 73 Text|       nothing!~ A young man on the path of the philosophers
 74 Text|            by thoughts. Only a few people are killed with a rifle
 75 Text|       close to myself. I am like a reed floating in the middle of
 76 Text|         only intellectual with due respect, but in a lonely spot -
 77 Text|           wished so desperately to right some of the wrongs of man,
 78 Text|             In the shade of a wild rose lies the young man’s simple
 79 Text|            I am a Diogenes. Let it rot where it collapses; let
 80 Text|                 It is better to be ruled by an inanimate yet visible
 81     | s
 82     | same
 83 Text|       superfluous in this world; I sat down to the dinner table
 84 Text|          to the very bottom of the sea. And I must drown, for though
 85 Text|        from all directions. In the shade of a wild rose lies the
 86     | shall
 87     | should
 88 Text|       there is no name, no date or sign. All that is inscribed are
 89 Text|          rose lies the young man’s simple grave. On it there is no
 90 Text|         that which the world calls sin, for I pardon no one, especially
 91 Text|           the ocean and shall soon sink to the very bottom of the
 92     | so
 93     | some
 94 Text|      middle of the ocean and shall soon sink to the very bottom
 95     | such
 96 Text|         created for me! I was born superfluous in this world; I sat down
 97 Text|          bury me in a lonely spot, surrounded by thorns and thistles,
 98 Text|           I sat down to the dinner table by mistake. Having wished
 99 Text|            and thistles, without a tear or a lament, without offerings
100     | their
101     | them
102     | then
103     | there
104 Text|       mankind cannot endure such a thing and insists on burying me,
105 Text|           surrounded by thorns and thistles, without a tear or a lament,
106 Text|         lonely spot, surrounded by thorns and thistles, without a
107     | though
108 Text|        killed with a rifle whereas thousands are killed by thoughts.
109 Text|          in a lonely spot - at the top of a hill overlooking the
110     | very
111 Text|          of a hill overlooking the village where the gentle breezes
112 Text|           essence of nothing!’~The villagers buried their only intellectual
113 Text|          ruled by an inanimate yet visible object than by philosophy
114     | whereas
115 Text|        burying me, then I have one wish. Let them bury me in a lonely
116 Text|           table by mistake. Having wished so desperately to right
117 Text|          is inscribed are his last words:~ A world of nothing, from
118 Text|   desperately to right some of the wrongs of man, I find myself with
119     | yet