No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

-James Joyce-

Selasa, 17 Juni 2014

Farewell

Farewell

On the road: I walk, I run, I ride;  the view are strange, and I stranger to you;
No end but pause; mytical and guarded place, the sun’s over, I must rest.
No blood and no words, only farewell and come O stranger chat to my friends.

The farther worlds are secrecy, but I no stranger to you, farewell.

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