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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy of Fortinbras</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To C. M.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man<br>though you lie on the stairs and see more than a dead ant<br>nothing but black sun with broken rays<br>I could never think of your hands without smiling<br>and now that they lie on the stone like fallen nests<br>they are as defenceless as before The end is exactly this<br>The hands lie apart The sword lies apart The head apart<br>and the knight’s feet in soft slippers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You will have a soldier’s funeral without having been a soldier<br>they only ritual I am acquainted with a little<br>There will be no candles no singing only cannon-fuses and bursts<br>crepe dragged on the pavement helmets boots artillery horses drums<br>drums I know nothing exquisite<br>those will be my manoeuvres before I start to rule<br>one has to take the city by the neck and shake it a bit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyhow you had to perish Hamlet you were not for life<br>you believed in crystal notions not in human clay<br>always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras<br>wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit<br>you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now you have peace Hamlet you accomplished what you had to<br>and you have peace The rest is not silence but belongs to me<br>you chose the easier part an elegant thrust<br>but what is heroic death compared with eternal watching<br>with a cold apple in one’s hand on a narrow chair<br>with a view on the ant-ill and clock’ dial</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu prince I have tasks a sewer project<br>and a decree on prostitutes and beggars<br>I must also elaborate a better system of prisons<br>since as you justly said Denmark is a prison<br>I go to my affairs This night is born<br>a star named Hamlet We shall never meet<br>what I shall leave will not be worth a tragedy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not for us to greet each other or bid farewell we live on archipelagos<br>and that water these words what can they do what can they do prince</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Zbigniew+Herbert">Zbigniew Herbert</a><div class=q>
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Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man
though you lie on the stairs and see more than a dead ant
nothing but black sun with broken rays
I could never think of your hands without smiling
and now that they lie on the stone li..."></div>
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