Art Riddle

In a stony silence he sits
afore the carven Gates Of Hell,
unmoving, heedless, his bronze wits
pondering what no man may tell.
Once a poet in wordless thought,
facing the Inferno’s fury,
but now a figure which thinks nought
after more than a century.

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