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Who is Leo Tolstoy?
A great writer that wrote
seriously about death and
happiness, after he had lost
so many loved one to death.
And like us all, he had some things
about himself he was self-conscious about
He always thought his nose was too large.
He was born in Russia 1828, and died in 1910
After he flees from his wife by train.

DEATH IS INEVITABLE

The poem I'm creating came from Tolstoy's
writings, and are his thoughts alone.........

There is an Eastern Fable, told long ago.....
A traveler overtaken by an enraged beast, and
into a dry well he lays low.
He sees at the bottom of the well a Dragon
with his jaws open to swallow him.
The unfortunate man, cannot climb out, lest he
be destroyed by the beast waiting for him,
Seizes a twig growing in a crack in the well,
and clings to it.
His hands grow weaker, and soon resigns himself
to the destruction without wit.
He knows that soon the twig will snap and
he will fall into the jaws of the Dragon
He sees two mice, one black, one white begin
to gnaw at the twig with much action.
The traveler knows he will soon perish, but
sees drops of honey on the leaves of the twig.
Reaching them with his tongue he licks them big.
"So, I too cling to the twig of life, knowing the
the Dragon of Death is waiting for me,
and I cannot understand why I had fallen
into such torment," he says promptly.
I tried to lick the honey, which formerly
consoled me, but it no longer brings pleasure
As the white and black mice of day and night
gnawed at the branch by which I hung as a groaner.
I saw the dragon clearly and the honey no longer
tasted sweet.........
I only saw the inescapable Dragon and the mice,
and I could not tear my gaze from them.
And this is not a fable but the real unanswerable
truth intelligible to all lest I condemn.

Created from the
writing of Leo Tolstoy
The words are his,
I only claim the poem
Lovingcritters
ConSue
December 1, 2005

(Continued)
# 2 Tolstoy explains
what each of the figures
mean in his life.

*Writer's Smiles*

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