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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589687" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Philosophy of death [Filozofia morţii]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Death, with unwise voice, such words I will not pour<br>"Stop coming for a while and wait a little more!",<br>To breathe my last I'm ready right now or anytime!<br>In it there's always freedom, in life man slave becomes...<br>Eternity is waiting for us with open arms...<br>And thus we all re-enter the bosom sweet, sublime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's not at all appalling, as people say and sigh;<br>Its glance is calm and bluish like the unclouded sky.<br>The state before inception is mirrored by its face!<br>Stays at the worldly border like a triumphant gate<br>Its fires wash the passions which have been sent by fate,<br>And cleans the clay that covers our souls so full of grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If any of the spirits denies its high domain<br>Is worthy then to live here and feel the bitter pain!<br>When cease to be you're rescued from suffering and cry!<br>By Jove! I'm sick of sleeping, and drinking in delight,<br>Again to do the same things from dawn till late at night,<br>To live, but have the feeling I cannot choose to die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what's beyond the dying?... Another life may be<br>When blood has frozen solid and stopped to flow in thee?...<br>To say a No what being of this wide world would dare?...<br>And Death what's in its essence?... A sleep, a holy rest,<br>When once again our soft clay is kneaded and is pressed<br>And for that change majestic it has to wait and bear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When paper burns, a fraction of it in ashes lies,<br>While smoke – the other fraction – above the flame will rise;<br>The same is with the body, made of two parts, no doubt,<br>The clay remains behind it and flowers will grow then,<br>While gases go in heaven to freshen once again<br>Those elements eternal from which they all came out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, shadows, you who passed away,<br>In death you never will subside,<br>You live in all we see today,<br>From where you left after you died;<br>Your soul is everywhere you please,<br>Burns with the flames, flies with the breeze,<br>Lies in the leaf that's turning green,<br>Speaks in the river winding, clean, <br>Smells from the flower that is seen,<br>We live in it, in us it lies,<br>Mothers in mourning, wipe your eyes,<br>Your children still are here with you!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing is lost in world at all,<br>Nothing will pass, alive will stay,<br>The blade of grass, however small,<br>And my own body made of clay!<br>The tombstone tries, but all in vain, <br>To keep us in the moist terrain;<br>Birds come on it to drink and rest;<br>It's hit by wind, by rain oppressed!<br>Time breaks it and in moss is dressed;<br>Padlock and handles then will rust<br>Our country's soldiers, dead in dust,<br>Will be all over, in us, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not go to search in Hell<br>Those in the world who surely die<br>And Paradise is far, I tell, <br>Long is the ladder to the sky!<br>But in two vines, which join above,<br>I'll find two hearts that fell in love,<br>And in the willows sheding tears,<br>Poets with harps that soothe the ears,<br>In flowers, lovers young of years!<br>Moms in the stems stick in the ground<br>And heroes in the mounts around!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let all the stupid people to fear the death today,<br>Which, to avoid temptation, will surely come and lay<br>At life's remotest border a barrier, alas;<br>But those who can see farther and hear the grave's loud call,<br>When feel they're on its edges and ready are to fall,<br>Like me, for Death, to drink up this necessary glass!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexandru+Macedonski">Alexandru Macedonski</a>, translated by Octavian Cocoş<div class=q>
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