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My friend, I'm here no more, But I'm not just ground, just weed, Because that book, which you hold in your hands, Is just a part of me which is asleep. And whoever reads it - it brings me back to life. Wake me up, and I will be your awareness.
Dead Poet’s Poem
My entire life is within your hand. Wake me up! We’ll live through this All my time kept in verses, All the dreams kept from an old time. I am a vagabond in front of the gate of life Hear my knocking! My voice from the grave!
Bring me back to my old days! I want light! The Sun, that shimmers in gold Everything it touches. I want warmth And horizons, my foreign friend. And fervor! and stars, which I no longer have During my night. Give them, darling, back to me.
Dead Poet’s Poem, Dobriša Cesarić
