<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575288" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Art's final hour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I close your books, o god of theirs <br>because my judge she is grander than you <br>grief humble before her mercy<br>as when she asks me who are you, why write <br>you yet another indifference in the set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gaze at your pasts, o god our god<br>and poetry is more powerful than myself <br>the pen minute before her might<br>when she shows me who you are, why indifferent <br>you the great infinite nullness in the universe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hour of my dying is not far<br>it is coming with the death of the arts<br>I light candles at your windows; o god their god <br>when the others cheer my crucifixion<br>before the truth of man's new era.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hold their books, o god my god<br>and their knowledge is greater than you <br>and love insignificant before her matter <br>when she allows me to see, the future <br>this is the truth of the death of the arts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I open their futures, o god our god <br>because my time is shorter than you <br>your truth eternal but still unbelievable <br>as when it strikes me who are you, why not answer <br>you who to me are always, yes o god of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Antonis+J.+Kazantzoglou">Antonis J. Kazantzoglou</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=575288" data-title="The Art's final hour de Antonis J. Kazantzoglou" data-description="I close your books, o god of theirs because my judge she is grander than you grief humble before her mercy as when she asks me who are you, why write you yet another indifference in the set. I gaze at your pasts, o god our god and poetry is mo..."></div> </div> </div>

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