How (Wright)
How are we capable of so much love
for things that must fall away?
Charles Wright, from "December Journal"
Labels: poetry
The idea of a golden age is inherent in the tradition of every people, which proves nothing except that people are never satisfied with the present, and since their experience gives them little hope for the future, they adorn the irrevocable past with all the flowers of their imagination.
—Alexander Pushkin
—Alexander Pushkin
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
