Author: John (---.126.254.80.donpac.ru)
Date: 01-10-06 08:57
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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now,
Before these bastard signs of fair were born,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty\'s dead fleece made another gay:
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another\'s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
And him as for a map doth Nature store,
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let
a young mother hear you call dear baby it.
T. S. Eliot
Henry David Thoreau
The world is but a canvas to the imagination.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women
knitting. I will paint living people who breather and feel and suffer and