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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Byron Shelley was a poet.
sick on my journey ,
my dreams go wandering
on this withered field
Matsuo Basho, Death Haiku, 1694
philo-sophic-ally-speaking • Matsuo Bashō’s Death Haiku
If I am a rib, let me be the one closest to your heart–
synchrony was the only calligraphy they had in Eden.
I follow you around with my pen tip wet,
like a cat stalks little flying things and bits of Styrofoam.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride; come with me from Lebanon.
C. S. Lewis • The C. S. Lewis Bible: For Reading, Reflection, and Inspiration
