But if you could for a time wipe out all the poets and all their poetry from the world, then you would soon discover, by their very absence, where the men of action got their energy from, and who really supplied the life-sap to their harvest-field. It is not those who have plunged deep down… Continue reading What if you could wipe out all the poets and their poetry?
“Be humble for you are made of earth.Be noble for you are made of stars.”
And nothing can we call our own but Death, And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. -William Shakespeare I was walking around in the garden, when… Continue reading Barren Earth..