Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living: All things fall under this name. the sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and the light but the shadow of God.
“No more do I burn. No more for us the fluttering of wings That whirred in the air above us.
Lo the fair dead!”
Ezra Pound | “Threnos”
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