January 2010
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Epitaph of Ethelburga, Queen of the Saxons, circa...
billyjane:
I was, I am not; Smil’d, that since did weep; Labour’d, short rest; I walk’d that now must sleep; I play’d, I play not; Sung, that now am still; Saw, that am blind; I would, that have no will; I fed that, which feeds worms; I stood, I fell; I bade God save you That now bid farewell; I felt, I feel not; Follow’d, was pursued; I would have peace; I conquer’d, am subdu’d; ...
Aztec Poem
We have come only to sleep
We have come only to dream.
It is not true, no, it is not true
That we have come to live on the earth.
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At every spring the grass is renewed,
So do we too acquire form.
Our heart puts out shoots, grows green.
Our body begets a few flowers
And then lies withered.
– Anonymous
