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[aid] => mick
[title] => DEATH IS INEVITABLE
[time] => 2005-12-01 14:08:01
[hometext] => I love learning new things each day.........cleans the cob webs from my mind, and keeps it younger in every way.........
[bodytext] => 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* [comments] => 6 [counter] => 480 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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