Nicanor Parra

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Friday, January 3, 2003

The Last Toast Comments

Rating: 3.4

Whether we like it or not,
We have only three choices:
Yesterday, today and tomorrow.
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 25 June 2021

A very perceptive write. Thought provoking.

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Chinedu Dike 25 June 2021

An insightful creation elegantly crafted with artistic brilliance...

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 June 2021

Congratulations being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day

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Sylvia Frances Chan 25 June 2021

My delicious toast to this excellent Modern Poem Of The Day. A very thought-provoking poem, BUT life must go on and as human beings we are constantly in a U-Turn.5 Stars Full for this excellent poem.

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Anil Kumar Panda 25 June 2021

Beautiful poetry. If one understands this truth one will enjoy the life to the fullest.

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Lyn Paul 25 June 2021

A toast to this excellent poem of the day. Cheers

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hugh kearns 14 October 2019

There is only now. So many nows filled with tomorrows and yesterdays. Now is a logjam of stories.

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Rita Nofsinger 30 July 2018

I like the way he starts with three and reduces it to nothing. It is like some of the Bible Proverbs which start small and add more as the author thinks on it.

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Ajay Dudani 04 February 2018

So we are nothing

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Joyce 15 November 2017

It was nformative and amusing. More of this.

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Fabrizio Frosini 02 May 2016

Spanish text: __________ ÚLTIMO BRINDIS Lo queramos o no Sólo tenemos tres alternativas: El ayer, el presente y el mañana. Y ni siquiera tres Porque como dice el filósofo El ayer es ayer Nos pertenece sólo en el recuerdo: A la rosa que ya se deshojó No se le puede sacar otro pétalo. Las cartas por jugar Son solamente dos: El presente y el día de mañana. Y ni siquiera dos Porque es un hecho bien establecido Que el presente no existe Sino en la medida en que se hace pasado Y ya pasó..., como la juventud. En resumidas cuentas Sólo nos va quedando el mañana: Yo levanto mi copa Por ese día que no llega nunca Pero que es lo único De lo que realmente disponemos.

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Savita Tyagi 08 January 2015

Raise my glass to the day that never arrives. How beautiful! Loved the play of words!

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Jinal Oswal 08 December 2011

Amazing flow of words, wonderfully explained life.. From the rose already plucked No more petals can be drawn. So true, why cry over the spilt milk? ? Live life to the fullest... I liked it :)

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