another entry, another poetry
Hello Reader,
I wonder how do you want to live your life?
In a lie?
In places that you don't like to be in deep inside?
a life of winter in your age of spring?
what kind of thing as your
youth, gone sour...
as ashes of death thrown into the wind?
King H. Ironson
"Thymbraean,
Delian, Birth divine,
That walkest
Lycia's inmost shrine,
Come, strong to
guard, to guide, to follow,
Come, bow in hand
and girt with night,
To help thy
Dardans as of old,
When stone by
stone thy music rolled—
O conquering
Strength, O Sire Apollo!—
Young Ilion into
towers of light."
"When the moon at
full on the sill of heaven
Lights her
beacon, flooding the earth with silver,
All the shining
stars that about her cluster
Hide their fair
faces;"
(Poems by Sappho, Translated by John Myers O'hara 1910)
another entry,
another poetry
your soul is in cemetery
your body is in purgatory
leave me be
don't thread on me
King H. Ironson
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