Matches in DBpedia 2015-10 for { ?s ?p "Now, the wry Rosenbloom is dead And his finical carriers tread On a hundred legs, the tread Of the dead. Rosenbloom is dead. They carry the wizened one Of the color of horn To the sullen hill, Treading a tread In unison for the dead. Rosenbloom is dead. The tread of the carriers does not halt On the hill, but turns Up the sky. They are bearing his body into the sky. It is the infants of misanthropes And the infants of nothingness That tread The wooden ascents Of the ascending of the dead. It is turbans they wear And boots of fur As they tread the boards In a region of frost, Viewing the frost, To a chirr of gongs And a chitter of cries And the heavy thrum Of the endless tread That they tread; To a jangle of doom And a jumble of words Of the intense poem Of the strictest prose Of Rosenbloom. And they bury him there, Body and soul, In a place in the sky. The lamentable tread! Rosenbloom is dead."@en }
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- Cortège_for_Rosenbloom quote "Now, the wry Rosenbloom is dead And his finical carriers tread On a hundred legs, the tread Of the dead. Rosenbloom is dead. They carry the wizened one Of the color of horn To the sullen hill, Treading a tread In unison for the dead. Rosenbloom is dead. The tread of the carriers does not halt On the hill, but turns Up the sky. They are bearing his body into the sky. It is the infants of misanthropes And the infants of nothingness That tread The wooden ascents Of the ascending of the dead. It is turbans they wear And boots of fur As they tread the boards In a region of frost, Viewing the frost, To a chirr of gongs And a chitter of cries And the heavy thrum Of the endless tread That they tread; To a jangle of doom And a jumble of words Of the intense poem Of the strictest prose Of Rosenbloom. And they bury him there, Body and soul, In a place in the sky. The lamentable tread! Rosenbloom is dead.".