Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
-Ezra Pound
2 comments:
oh man i miss this landscape! thank you so much for posting this gorgeous photograph here.
I've been thinking about you, especially as school has reached full swing. Do you still have the same email addys? Are they working?
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