as long as i love beauty i am young,
am young or old as i love more or less
words excerpted from john davies' "seeking beauty"
fading
thin fading dancers
small tattered edges
caught in the wind
their silvered bodies
carve
smaller arabesques
their songs
now sung
in grey whispers
in the autumn wind
in the autumn wind,
hark! voices raised with the sails,
these boats approaching
cross from a skybound shore:
the geese are here.
words by an anonymous poet who entered a poetry competition held by
her majesty the empress during the kanpyo era
the fitful tracing
a season's fallen bounty still ripe with colour
beauty is momentary in the mind
the fitful tracing of a portal
words excerpted from "peter quince at the clavier" by wallace stevens
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