Workingmen believed
He busted trusts,
And put his picture in their windows.
'What he'd have done in France!'
They said.
Perhaps he would--
He could have died
Perhaps,
Though generals rarely die except in bed,
As he did finally.
And all the legends that he started in his life
Live on and prosper,
Unhampered now by his existence.
Legends that he started in his life Live on and prosper, Unhampered now by his existence.
'' Though generals rarely die except in bed '' 'rarely', yes.. it's a great truth..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After reading this poem, I have a feeling Hemingway both idolized Roosevelt, and felt betrayed by him. I also think this poem could be about himself. After all, he was the ultimate self-legend creator. As with Roosevelt, the myth takes over and becomes the man.