“Tonight A friendly breeze Will agitate roots of meanings. Wonder will flap its wings. Deep in the night, an insect Will gnaw At the green portion of solitude. Morning will fall Into the word of morning.” — Sohrab Sepehri Copy Share Image
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning, . .… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image