domingo, 9 de septiembre de 2012

Oh Lord, I pray thee

Oh Lord, I pray thee do not let me die
In a bed with sheets and blankets piled upon
And with dripping noses about me.

Nay, smite me someday without warning,
That headlong I fall into the forest some place

Where no one will come around nosing.

I well know the forest, I am it's son,
It will not deny my humble request
To die on its cranberry bog.

Thus will I give back without word of complaint
My mighty cadaver to it's creatures all,
To the crows, the rats, and the flies. 

-Knut Hamsun

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