<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Words Against Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WORDS AGAINST DEATH</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the immortals are moral: <br>Tubercular Kafka spared Treblinka<br>Lunatic Nietzsche banging a piano to oblivion<br>Great Tolstoy escaping to a railroad coach, <br>Gentle Yeats frigid at Ben Bulben. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What lives is a work and that imperfectly: <br>A thousand bankrupt eyes ferreting the hearts of dead poets<br>Seeking confirmation for some strange emotion, <br>Doing the work in the course, being ‘intellectual’, <br>Satisfying a wicked ambition for <br>Knowledge or Love or Understanding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do these absurd gropings constitute an adequate remembrance? <br>And if they do, if deep within the heart of some wise reader<br>There lurks a true Nietzschean spirit, <br>Will Nietzsche live because of it? <br>Is Remembrance no matter how deeply touched by love, <br>Ever Resurrection? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where K broods over a Ledean body, <br>Where that daring tightrope walker confuses wise old Karataev<br>(at Borodino or in the land of Zarathustra) <br>there the great poets live: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could it have been, <br>That Kafka knowing this, sought vainly to preserve himself<br>When with deep ambivalence he willed his writings <br>to the flames?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Shalom+Freedman">Shalom Freedman</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=518298" data-title="Words Against Death de Shalom Freedman" data-description="WORDS AGAINST DEATH All the immortals are moral: Tubercular Kafka spared Treblinka Lunatic Nietzsche banging a piano to oblivion Great Tolstoy escaping to a railroad coach, Gentle Yeats frigid at Ben Bulben. What lives is a work and that impe..."></div> </div> </div>

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