in the arsehole of diogenes

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Friday, 14 February 2014

A poem by Pentti Saariskoski

Life is pushed on/into humans
to make them decide with due diligence
the position wherein
they would like to be dead.
Grey clouds scud
over the Babylonian sky
and earth enters the mouth like bread.

 (translated by Anthony Weir) 

from Runot ja Hipponaksin runot
(Poems and Poems of Hipponax)



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