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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Debate Between Villon And His Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who's that I hear?—It's me—Who?—Your heart<br>Hanging on by the thinnest thread<br>I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid<br>When I see you withdrawn this way all alone<br>Like a whipped cur sulking in the corner<br>Is it due to your mad hedonism?—<br>What's it to you?—I have to suffer for it—<br>Leave me alone—Why?—I'll think about it—<br>When will you do that?—When I've grown up—<br>I've nothing more to tell you—I'll survive without it—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's your idea?—To be a good man—<br>You're thirty, for a mule that's a lifetime<br>You call that childhood?—No—Madness<br>Must have hold of you—By what, the halter?—<br>You don't know a thing—Yes I do—What?—Flies in milk<br>One's white, one's black, they're opposites—<br>That's all?—How can I say it better?<br>If that doesn't suit you I'll start over—<br>You're lost—Well I'll go down fighting—<br>I've nothing more to tell you—I'll survive without it—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I get the heartache, you the injury and pain<br>If you were just some poor crazy idiot<br>I'd be able to make excuses for you<br>You don't even care, all's one to you, foul or fair<br>Either your head's harder than a rock<br>Or you actually prefer misery to honor<br>Now what do you say to that?—<br>Once I'm dead I'll rise above it—<br>God, what comfort—What wise eloquence—<br>I've nothing more to tell you—I'll survive without it—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why are you miserable?—Because of my miseries<br>When Saturn packed my satchel I think<br>He put in these troubles—That's mad<br>You're his lord and you talk like his slave<br>Look what Solomon wrote in his book<br>"A wise man" he says "has authority<br>Over the planets and their influence"—<br>I don't believe it, as they made me I'll be—<br>What are you saying?—Yes that's what I think—<br>I've nothing more to tell you—I'll survive without it—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Want to live?—God give me the strength—<br>It's necessary...—What is?—To feel remorse<br>Lots of reading—What kind?—Read for knowledge<br>Leave fools alone—I'll take your advice—<br>Or will you forget?—I've got it fixed in mind—<br>Now act before things go from bad to worse<br>I've nothing more to tell you—I'll survive without it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Trans. Galway Kinnell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Fran%C3%A7ois+Villon">François Villon</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=391759" data-title="The Debate Between Villon And His Heart de François Villon" data-description="Who's that I hear?—It's me—Who?—Your heart Hanging on by the thinnest thread I lose all my strength, substance, and fluid When I see you withdrawn this way all alone Like a whipped cur sulking in the corner Is it due to your mad ..."></div> </div> </div>
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