"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

12 February 2017


Chagall, Bouquet by the Window, 1960

Now winter nights enlarge 
The number of their hours; 
And clouds their storms discharge 
Upon the airy towers. 
Let now the chimneys blaze 
And cups o’erflow with wine, 
Let well-turned words amaze 
With harmony divine. 
Now yellow waxen lights 
Shall wait on honey love 
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights 
Sleep’s leaden spells remove. 

This time doth well dispense 
With lovers’ long discourse; 
Much speech hath some defense, 
Though beauty no remorse. 
All do not all things well; 
Some measures comely tread, 
Some knotted riddles tell, 
Some poems smoothly read. 
The summer hath his joys, 
And winter his delights; 
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, 
They shorten tedious nights.

Thomas Campion

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