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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Sailing the Acheron Plucking Roses from Her Banks

"The spring is come, we must pluck roses;
we must kiss the lips of maidens. Maidens' lips
are cardamons and cloves. Sweet maidens, offer
them as presents to young men."
al Gilani(?) "Songs of the Ghilanis"

2 comments:

Always On Watch said...

Your tribute to spring?

Thersites said...

I AM starting to develop a fever... and it's NOT for more cowbell. ;)