Thursday, July 17, 2008
Lost Lunar Thoughts...
The starting point of the human and the end, That in which space itself is contained, the gate To the enclosure, day, the things illumined By day, night and that which night illumines, Night and its midnight-minting fragrances, Night's hymn of the rock, as in a vivid sleep.
(Wallace Stevens (1879-1955), U.S. poet. "The Rock.")
As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow.
(Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.
(James Joyce (1882-1941)
- ▼ 2008 (27)