Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
What quality do you value most in a friend?
The ability to converse intelligently on a wide range of subjects.
something moves
through the tall grass --
mystery rump & ears.
Violence: A Very Short Introduction by Philip Dwyer
I have a piece in this new collection, out tomorrow (May 30, 2025) in the Indian market and later in the year for international markets.
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One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
rhododendrons aren't blooming,
but clouds fled & mountains are out!
千字文 by 周兴嗣
Tiger Riding for Beginners 