“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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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
2 comments:
Gorgeous flowers! The vivid colors and bright images of Latin Amerian Culture on full display.
Endless variations on a single theme improvised above a percussive, ostinato rhythm.
The monotony becomes mesmeric.
The East Bay is mesmeric... ;)
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