My child, my sister, dream,
How sweet all things would seem,
Were we in that kind land to live together, And there love slow and long, There love and die among, Those scenes that image you, That sumptuous weather, Drowned suns that glimmer there, through cloud-dishevelled air, Move me with such a mystery as appears, Within those other skies, Of your treacherous eyes, When I behold them shining through their tears...baudelaire
Oct 9, 2006
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.WS
I know this quote well; the truth of it causes me heartache...but will could be a little on the despondent side... darn...now I can't recall - was it Hamlet sayed this?
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I know this quote well; the truth of it causes me heartache...but will could be a little on the despondent side...
darn...now I can't recall - was it Hamlet sayed this?
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