A song for the Classically inclined, by Kris Delmhorst- from her 2006 album, Strange Conversation: I heard they had a strange conversation the night Virgil died He held his frail head up and said I think I wish I’d never tried To dive down through the darkness, to climb up through the blue Because beauty without cruelty is ever so much worse than untrue Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn ...
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The June 25th entry “Time Wastes Too Fast” about Thomas Jefferson is lovely.
There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, every one of them...– Marilynne Robinson
…He smiled whenever he saw me, and we could have built a life on that.– Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day
…Dreams can be such dangerous things: they smoulder on like a fire does,...– Arthur Golden, “Memoirs Of A Geisha”
Cor, illius obliviscemur
cor, illius obliviscemur! nos, nox haec! dati caloris oblivisceris, lucis obliviscar. narra me, quando illo defungaris, illinc cogitationes meas obcurare potero; festina! si moraris, illius meminero! The above is my attempt at a Latin translation of the poem by Emily Dickinson: Heart, we will forget him! You an I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you...