March 2012
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Song of Wandering Aengus by WB YEATS
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one...
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“You are the honored guest.
Do not weep like a beggar.
for pieces of the world.”
– Rumi (via nezua) 