Without undergoing a winter
that bites into your bones
How can the plum blossoms regale you
with their piercing fragrance?
- Huang Po
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
February 8, 2009
Our revels now are ended. These our actors
(As I foretold you) were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air,
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep….
The Tempest. The
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