"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

31 March 2011

Softly.

Beckett, Evening Light, Beaumaris, 1925


Softly the evening came
The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape
Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest 

Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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