When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.
Corinthians 13:11
Flowing freely of form and functions, sliding softly and serendipitously like rapids in a rousing river, shaking off the sleep of winter. A slow sound that gathers like the rushing tides, a rumble in the world turned to trumpets blaring.
And with the sound she awoke.
posted by Anacryon at 10:26 AM
Anacryon of Io (born ca. 570 BC): one of the Nine Greek lyric poets, notable for his drinking songs and hymns.About Me
1 Comments:
thanks for your post, I am so glad about it, I always want to visit your blog, but had lost the address, or have it only on a friends pc, here a poem of chayam a persian poet, the gratest of them in my eyes:
oh heart, as the truth of the world is a fake/ how long will you complain about these tortures/ paste into your fate and bear the pain/ because what the feather wrote it will not make unhappen because of you.
hope to stay in contact, have to go for now, harry/arash
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