the 66-year old J.J Rousseau 1712-1778,
perhaps as he wished,
far away from the world and people,
because loneliness is the benefit
for freedom.
A certain retreat can be assumed,
rather than the surrender of disputation
with society,world and people,
alors que son contrat social
n`a pas encore ete approuve
par l`etat.
He has reconciled himself
to the bad through the good
in the world,and can`t change it,
because he did not much good
but not much bad either.
Resignet but not beaten,
his soul is still intact,
bright and good,
albeit poetically melancholy,
that he is still delighted to
hear the twittering birds,
feel the scent of flowers,
and hear the laughter of children.
These are Rousseau`s ten last walks,
as considerations in the final work
from his hands,
as a dreamers diary.
© Ingår i "Thé litterary fragments"
by Sten Wiking
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