What of life remains? Compare the roamings of our γενέται To the glories of the free man Trudging through the moldering corridors of history Beguiled by the promises of the polis Ringing hollow across decades broken on the rack: Freedom from brevity and vicissitude A liberty utterly emptied of liberty. Yes, there awaits you Passchendaele and Verdun, Ypres interminable, And the gaping pit of Enkidu, Drained of his wild majesty, A stalker of beasts now broken, Longing, absently, for a capsule of cyanide. You, your body shall be shattered ceaselessly Over the ornaments of civilization For a mere crust of the bread of life. That is the fate of the diurnal, Born late into this garish modernity, Oubliette and face perpetual, Sputtering along towards cataclysm, That glorious hour of noon, Which we beckon ravenously, Thrilled by each new portent of collapse, Lashed by thy forkéd tongues, O μουσαγέτηςTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
