and after Toon we read some more, by t.s.eliot: Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherised upon a table;Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreatsOf restless nights in one-night cheap hotelsAnd sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:Streets that follow like a tedious argumentOf insidious intentTo lead you to an overwhelming question...Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and goTalking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panesLicked its tongue into the corners of the evening,Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,And seeing that it was a soft October night,Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. I have seen them riding seaward on the wavesCombing the white hair of the waves blown backWhen the wind blows the water white and black.We have lingered in the chambers of the seaBy sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brownTill human voices wake us, and we drown.
this is soooo beautifulthanks
in če se vam že bere, preljuba Meta, potem samo za Vas še ena nočna via Kocbek:Števila so soda in lihe skrivnosti vse bolj sem brez diha in poln vseh norosti Himalaja uhaja iz Kolumbove mape Izgubljenega raja šumijo sape, šumijo sape V temini se pripravlja čas za strašno noč Rima se ustavlja kliče na pomoč Svet zveni kot tuma odbila je polnoč opustoši, opustoši me, opustoši za zadnjo noč.
Kako visoko lahko skočiš kobilica?
i'm impressed!what if i dedicate this space here in metamundus for some poetry. Or I post illustrations, and o you write?!