“Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
“You will always be fond of me.
I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.
Can you suggest me some books.
When you read this, what book comes to mind?
“Let me live,
say it well in good sentences.”
– The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath.
Native American poetry
“There were but two beneath the sky
The thing I came to kill, and I.
I, under covert, quietly
Watched him sense eternity
From quivering brush to pointed nose
My gun to shoulder level rose
And then I felt (I could not see)
Far off a hunter watching me.
I slowly put my rifle by,
For there were two who had to die с
The thing I wished to kill,
and I. “
~Black Elk, of the Oglala Sioux 1863-1950
via~ Lana Duze
“When I am with you, everything is prayer.”
“The earth turns to gold, in the hands of the wise. “
Photo By: Lokesh Fouzdar.