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Zweig


Versuchsstation für den Weltuntergang? In English,
a laboratory for the end of the world. It was,
with what we had pretended was civilization
going up in smoke that smelled of flesh.

But is this why Stefan Zweig poisoned himself?
Not exactly. Where he lived, near Rio,
there were no decent libraries, no cafés
and no relief from week after week of rain.


David R. Slavitt

The Octaves
LSU Press


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