A British lord does not bow
facing headwinds of sublime inevitability .
He finishes his cuppa
without thinking about a day to remember.
And leaves saying calmly :
'' I am just going outside and maybe sometime ! ''
Just a matter of good manners by - 40.
I am no longer suffering .
The end does not cause pain .
My feet are two pieces of wet coal .
My last vision will be that of the wild void .
White ,so purely white ...
Sorry ! I introduce me :
My name is ...
My name was :
Lawrence 0ates .
Captain Lawrence Oates .
Everyone must keep their place
in the line to eternity...
Nobody loves me really...
aside from you mother .
I symbolize the caste of the high coldness.
No sentimentality at this moment .
thinking about the past is not relevant ...
Soon I'll be warm and cozy in my mansion .
What's life worth without extravagant dreams ?
There is a deadly silence in the tent .
At the point of no hope rages the blizzard ...
We are . We were .
where will we be ?
A question that makes shakespeare laugh .
All giants defeated by a pack of wolves
in a dog's soul ...
We have to become dogs dragging their cross...
I wanted escaping the monotony of the barracks.
Those disturbing smells of India and Africa .
There will be no odor in my grave .
I enter in a frozen legend ...
I put on my boots . I won't take there off anymore .
As easter approaches ,the english countryside
blossoms again, covered with daffodils .
'' Thanks doc ,no morphine ! ''
Robert continues to write for a posterity
consummed by scurvy ...
Has Birdie flown away already ?
Guys I won't be here for the last supper .
don't wait for me to die !
Edgar is not far away beneath a pantheon of snow .
I'm going to join him .
In a world beyond men ...
( Dedicated to Lawrence Oates .soldier and explorer )
March 17.1880.
March 17. 1912 +
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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A most interesting write Lorenz it reads as journal entries in a way and feels like a voice from the past. Well done.
Just a simple men's story .
It is a moral exploration of the form of human dignity under inhuman conditions. An impressive text.
Never such a personality have accepted to end his life as a cripple .His tortured feet carried him until the very last moment .
In this world, social roles, dreams, and fears no longer matter. What remains is a single human being facing the void and his decision.
A superb poem.
I experienced it very intensely slipping into the skin and soul of this exceptional being !
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