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<blockquote data-quote="Achernar" data-source="post: 369566" data-attributes="member: 3190">The demon in meThe demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self as in a cell. The world is but walls. The exit's the axe. (&quot;All the world's a stage,&quot; The actor prates.) And that hobbling buffoon Is no joker; In the body as in glory, In the body as in a toga. May you live forever! Cherish your life, Only poets in bone Are as in a lie. No, my eloquent brothers, We'll not have much fun, In the body as with Father's Dressing-gown on. We deserve something better. We wilt in the warm. In the body as in a byre. In the self as in a cauldron. Marvels that perish We don't collect. In the body as in a marsh, In the body as in a crypt. In the body as in furthest Exile. It blights. In the body as in a secret, In the body as in the vice Of an iron mask.Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Achernar, post: 369566, member: 3190"] The demon in me The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self as in a cell. The world is but walls. The exit's the axe. ("All the world's a stage," The actor prates.) And that hobbling buffoon Is no joker; In the body as in glory, In the body as in a toga. May you live forever! Cherish your life, Only poets in bone Are as in a lie. No, my eloquent brothers, We'll not have much fun, In the body as with Father's Dressing-gown on. We deserve something better. We wilt in the warm. In the body as in a byre. In the self as in a cauldron. Marvels that perish We don't collect. In the body as in a marsh, In the body as in a crypt. In the body as in furthest Exile. It blights. In the body as in a secret, In the body as in the vice Of an iron mask. Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva [/QUOTE]

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