READING THE CLASSICS

The dead translated poems written

by the dead about the dead; this

is culture, and we, sipping from

its silver cup, are soon dead. So

raise the cup wrought by dead hands

to your lips and drink the wine

gathered and made by the dead.

What you drink is knowledge, art

and civilization, and life and

death in life - and soon

your lips and your mind

will be cold and

dust and earth.

26.02.2018