No, I have no capacity for life.
I could be considered foolish –
Today I am not going to the restaurant.
I am after all this time weary of the waiters,
Who scornfully bring us, with their smug grimaces,
Dark beer and make us so confused
That we cannot find our home
And we must
Use the foolish street lights
To prop ourselves up
with weak hands.
Today I have bigger things in mind –
Ah, I shall find out the meaning of existence.
And in the evening I shall do some roller skating
Or go at some point to Temple.
by ALFRED LICHTENSTEIN (1889-1914)
Public Domain Poetry






Lovely.
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We quite agree. Thanks so much for discovering the classic poets with us! 😄
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And to think that it was penned a hundred years ago.
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That’s what gets us too, Dolly. It feels like it could have been written yesterday!
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Exactly! Awesome prescience.
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That dark beer can do a number on you!
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That’s what I’ve heard! 😆
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I love your dead poet tour posts. Thanks Tati and Tony 💙
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You’re so welcome, Maria! We love ’em too. There are so many past poets whose fine work needs to be remembered!
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Very true, Tony. I discover many great poets from you and Tati 🙂
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We’re so happy to be of service, Maria! 😄🙏
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😁
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