“Come, my tragic sighs I beg your exquisite breathes on my skin, An agony of our past - so beautiful, My rebellious soul pours forth its elixir Pretend lightness of these words drunken Of these bodies which have learned to… — Carole Riquet Copy Share Image
With mind distracted, never thinking, "Death is coming," To slave away on the pointless business of mundane life, And then to come out empty--it is a tragic error. (116) trans by Robert Thurman — Huston Smith Copy Share Image
