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A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases
It will never pass into nothingness
But still will keep a bower quiet for us
And a sleep full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing
Endymion,J.Keats
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back and all change to silver glass and then you see it.White shores and beyond. A far green country under a swift sunrise
Gandalf
Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition
I.Asimov
Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos ancient and vast from which we spring
C. Sagan
'O me!O life! of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish;what good amid these,O me,O life?
Answer.That you are here that life exists,and identity;that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.'
W.Whitman

Friday, February 13, 2009

Nonno's poem - The night of iguana

calmly does the olive branch / observe the sky begin to blanch, / without a cry, without a prayer, ' with no betrayal of despair.

Sometime while light obscures the tree, / the zenith of its life will be gone, / past, forever. And from thence, / a second history will commence.

A chronicle no longer gold / of bargaining with mist and mold, / and finally the broken stem, / the plummeting to earth, and then

An intercourse not well designed / for beings of a golden kind / whose native green must arch above / the Earth's obscene, corrupting love.

And still the ripe fruit and the branch / observe the sky begin to blanch, / without a cry, without a prayer, / with no betrayal of despair .

Oh, courage! Could you not as well / select a second place to dwell? / Not only in that golden tree / but in the frightened heart of me?

Tenessee Williams

The night of iguana

Nothing human disgusts me unless its violent or dirty

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