Admonish the Future August 4, 2009
the days are gone
now there are no rules
those powers are vanished
those pleasures are dead
the weakest survive
and the world continues
All glory is tarnished
the soul, stripped of its flesh
knows nothing of sweetness or sour,
feels no pain.
is fate stronger than hate?
Is this blank verse? It is obviously unrythmed, but I cannot tell what the foot is; I think iambic. I had a German poetry class in college, but it has been a while. Auf jeden Fall, finde ich dieses Gedicht echt cool.