Perpetual Preparation For Death Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Perpetual Preparation For Death
Rivers and rivers
of purple pain
spring
from hearts bruised
with neglect of affection.
Heavy—heavy
brumal branches of thought
frozen
with white numbness of apathy,
docile to death
at a certain age
when the human-heart
writhes
like a fish out of water:
spasmodic
before becoming numb—
numb to physical pleasure;
and then, succumbs
to death.
Not even a velvety feather
can stimulate
the sensations of nerves,
of sentiments,
of whatever responds to being alive:
it seems, as if, life is
just a perpetual preparation
for death.
River of purple pain will of away and river of happiness will flow soon. Just a perpetual preparation for death amazes mind but this true. An amazing poem is wisely penned about life and death.
Heartfelt poem. Indeed with every passing seconds we are travelling towards end. Life is moving towards death, it is like any magnetic effect.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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P. Pasolini would make a great film from this poem: Purple pain, hearts bruised, velvety feather, and perpetual preparation for death. Unfortunately, he has not been alive for a long time. Great song of hard words and simple ending.