sunnuntai 9. helmikuuta 2020

THE WESTERN CANON

The now long dead once wrote
words that live still;
works that shall be alive
to generations walking on our graves.
But the masters of the language
are laying in dust under our feet;
they are dead as we shall be.
Giving birth to songs
that last beyond the final thought,
in the end, is no comfort at all.

09.02.2020

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