I lived, but then in living I was feeble in life and <br />always knew that they would bury me here in the end, <br />that year piles upon year, clod on clod, stone on stone, <br />that the body swells and in the cool, maggot- <br />infested darkness, the naked bone will shiver. <br />That above, scuttling time is rummaging through my poems <br />and that I will sink deeper into the ground. <br />All this I knew. But tell me, the work--did that live on?<br /><br />Miklos Radnoti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-so-will-i-wonder/
