Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov (1787 - 1855 / Russia)
Poems by Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov : 2 / 9
Know'st Thou What Gray Methuselah
Know'st thou what gray Methuselah
Pronounced when parting with this life?
Man's born a slave,
He dies a slave,
And death will never tell him why
He walked this lovely vale of tears,
Suffered, wept, endured, and disappeared.
Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Read poems about / on: death, life
Poems by Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov : 2 / 9
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A poem which the the older, meditative person can fully relate to.I especially like his 2nd last line about the lovely vale of tears. Deep!