Epilogue

Rows of books around me stand,
Fence me in on either hand;
Through that forest of dead words
I would hunt the living birds -
So I write these lines for you
Who have felt the death-wish too,
All the wires are cut, my friends
Live beyond the severed ends.

by Louis Macneice

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wow! ! ! ! ! Wonderful poem......! ! ! ! ! !
Rows of books around me stand, Fence me in on either hand; Through that forest of dead words I would hunt the living birds - So I write these lines for you Who have felt the death-wish too, All the wires are cut, my friends Live beyond the severed ends. - - ITALIAN TRANSLATION: File di libri intorno a me stanno, Recingendomi su entrambi i lati; Attraverso quella foresta di parole morte Caccerei gli uccelli vivi - Così scrivo queste righe per voi, perché Anche voi avete provato il desiderio di morire. Tutti i fili sono tagliati e i miei amici Vivono al di là delle estremità mozzate.