Thought Not
Thought not,
Got caught
upon your cot distraught.
Thought a lot and from it learned naught.
Got taught a lot—
not sought.
Forgot absolutely naught—
fought a lot and every last bit of it for nought.
Think, man, think!
Don't ever from this shrink!
Untie that knottiest old knot,
unhobble all of the topmost hopes that you have got!
Think, men, think!
Do not waver there upon the brink.
From Beethoven's
Pathetique,
second movement
Lyrics by Wendell Hall
French
pathetique:
moving, touching
Rodin's
The Thinker
, perceived totally bared down on the bare facts
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