The sole science to remain standing --
eschatology --
isn't science but a fact
of everyday life.
It's a question of crumbs that disappear
without being replaced.
Who cares about crumbs, mutters,
the haruspex,
it's the cake that remains, even if shipped and
deflated here and there.
The secret lies in its aging,
and a hundred years rather than ten,
or a thousand years instead of a hundred,
will do much for the flavor.
Clearly the luckiest one -- without knowing it --
will be the future taster
and "the rest is literature."
Eugenio Montale in Italian Poetry: 1950 to 1990, Ridinger and Renello (eds.), Dante University Press, 1996.
eschatology --
isn't science but a fact
of everyday life.
It's a question of crumbs that disappear
without being replaced.
Who cares about crumbs, mutters,
the haruspex,
it's the cake that remains, even if shipped and
deflated here and there.
The secret lies in its aging,
and a hundred years rather than ten,
or a thousand years instead of a hundred,
will do much for the flavor.
Clearly the luckiest one -- without knowing it --
will be the future taster
and "the rest is literature."
Eugenio Montale in Italian Poetry: 1950 to 1990, Ridinger and Renello (eds.), Dante University Press, 1996.
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