<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124991" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Death, Without Exaggeration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It can't take a joke,<br>find a star, make a bridge.<br>It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,<br>building ships, or baking cakes.<br>In our planning for tomorrow,<br>it has the final word,<br>which is always beside the point.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It can't even get the things done<br>that are part of its trade:<br>dig a grave,<br>make a coffin,<br>clean up after itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Preoccupied with killing,<br>it does the job awkwardly,<br>without system or skill.<br>As though each of us were its first kill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, it has its triumphs,<br>but look at its countless defeats,<br>missed blows,<br>and repeat attempts!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes it isn't strong enough<br>to swat a fly from the air.<br>Many are the caterpillars<br>that have outcrawled it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All those bulbs, pods,<br>tentacles, fins, tracheae,<br>nuptial plumage, and winter fur<br>show that it has fallen behind<br>with its halfhearted work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill will won't help<br>and even our lending a hand with wars and coups d'etat<br>is so far not enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hearts beat inside eggs.<br>Babies' skeletons grow.<br>Seeds, hard at work, sprout their first tiny pair of leaves<br>and sometimes even tall trees fall away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoever claims that it's omnipotent<br>is himself living proof<br>that it's not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's no life<br>that couldn't be immortal<br>if only for a moment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death<br>always arrives by that very moment too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain it tugs at the knob<br>of the invisible door.<br>As far as you've come<br>can't be undone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wislawa+Szymborska">Wislawa Szymborska</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124991" data-title="On Death, Without Exaggeration de Wislawa Szymborska" data-description="It can't take a joke,/find a star, make a bridge./It knows nothing about weaving, mining, farming,/building ships, or baking cakes./In our planning for tomorrow,/it has the final word,/which is always beside the point./It can't even get the things..."></div> </div> </div>

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