The Silver Moon is set;
The Pleiades are gone;
Half the Long Night is spent, and yet I lie alone. (Sappho)
The unexamined Life is not worth living - Know Thyself.
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. (Shelley)
As for Venice and her people, merely born to bloom and drop, Here on earth they bore their fruitage, mirth and folly were the crop: What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
"Dust and Ashes!" So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold.
Dear dead women, with such hair, too - what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old. (Browning, R)
July 1, 1961 - August 31, 1997
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