In a hundred years everything is forgotten

by Knut Hamsun

I drift about in the evening and think and struggle

I feel as if I am a capsized boat

And however much i moan and suffer

I still see no recourse

But why should I be so very anxious?

In a hundred years everything is forgotten

Then I'd rather jump and sing a tune

And see my life as lovely novel

I eat with God like a full-grown giant

And drink, drink like hell

But why should i carry on with all that levity?

In a hundred years everything is forgotten

Then I'd truly rather end the struggle

And walk into the sea with my tormented soul

There the world might find me sometime later

So bitterly drowned to death

But why should I end in such a cruel maner?

In a hundred years everything is forgotten

Ah no, it is better to wander and live

And write a book for each approaching christmas

And rise eventually to a count of the verse

And die as a mogul of the novel

Then it's only this which makes me despondent

In a hundred years everything is forgotten

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If you'd like to listen, the poem is beautifully sung here, by the Norwegian band Lumsk