It is perhaps an inexplicable passion for self-improvement... that we possess.
So give me your revolutionary writers with their lives cut too short
Who serve to excite the immovable
And lead a future multitude
Of martyrs - whom the tyrants will try in vain to avoid -
Dying slowly beneath a burden given them so that others may stand up and live.
Perhaps an undeniable desire for refinement and beauty?
Ja, give me your starving artists in the Seine-side lofts
Who somehow manage to inspire the prosaic -
The sacred and highly revered mosaic -
Of the higher mind, that sees what we miss in everyday life,
Dying slowly beneath a burden of a world that demands a very specific perfection.
Nein; An unhealthy enthusiasm for will and power.
And give me your European philosophers with their eloquent madness
Who posthumously serve to seduce the excitable
And with elegant subtlety inflame the ignitable
Hearts, that see them suffering there with their heads in their hands,
Dying slowly beneath the burden that a complex world has placed on their shoulders.
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