<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521199" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poor Devil!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, <br>The tiresome noises, all the common things <br>I loved once, crushed me with an iron yoke. <br>I longed for the cool quiet and the dark, <br>Under the common sod where louts and kings <br>Lie down, serene, unheeding, careless, stark, <br>Never to rise or move or feel again, <br>Filled with the ecstasy of being dead. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I put the shining pistol to my head <br>And pulled the trigger hard -- I felt no pain, <br>No pain at all; the pistol had missed fire <br>I thought; then, looking at the floor, I saw <br>My huddled body lying there -- and awe <br>Swept over me. I trembled -- and looked up. <br>About me was -- not that, my heart's desire, <br>That small and dark abode of death and peace -- <br>But all from which I sought a vain release! <br>The sky, the people and the staring sun <br>Glared at me as before. I was undone. <br>My last state ten times worse than was my first. <br>Helpless I stood, befooled, betrayed, accursed, <br>Fettered to Life forever, horribly; <br>Caught in the meshes of Eternity, <br>No further doors to break or bars to burst!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</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=521199" data-title="Poor Devil! de Stephen Vincent Benet" data-description="Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed me with an iron yoke. I longed for the cool quiet and the dark, Under the common sod where louts and kings Lie down, serene, unheeding..."></div> </div> </div>

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