And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams, Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances By what eternal streams. ~E.A. Poe, To One in Paradise
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
2 comments:
I love the bare branches against the gray sky, and the raven's perfect blackness.
thank you Robin!
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