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Nobel Prize in Literature
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
The fleeting life of the earthly stars,
Is translated into eternity once,
They kiss the souvenir, the prize,
Seeing in humility the entire human race’s rise.
The NOBEL LAUREATES do not for themselves inhale,
They like the grammarian in “A Grammarian’s Funeral”,
Pursue the diamonds and create them as well,
In the form of alphabets in the book, to learn, to tell.
The LAUREATES go beyond the skies above,
Once esteemed they are for the works we extremely love!
Esoteric
but lately the laureates are more anchored in the folk of the century - mostly they are so far inside their own aesthetic, the rest of us simply wonder and forget about trying to understand such high fallutin' conceptualizations. I prefer to walk among Earth's stars, not those of the universe. ~allets~