Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Monday, May 19, 2008

ne plus




All these things
Could have been
It did happen
Up to when?

Rome did fall
Atlantis sank
All the soldiers
In file and rank.

All the matter
All the while
Has been through
a turnstile.

All the ships
And all the seas
All the reefs
And all the pleas.

So pay your dues
And take your heed
The scales account
For every deed.
Published by G. Etranger at 12:42 PM

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