You see the sun making an appearance. It’s absolutely silent. But the power it projects! The heat, the light, the radiation is so vast, so powerful.
You see the sun making an appearance. It’s absolutely silent. But the power it projects! The heat, the light, the radiation is so vast, so powerful.
“Witches and poets co-embrace like fate,
Reputed base, bare, poor, unfortunate.
In these respects I may myself intrude
Among the poets’ thickest multitude.
Here lies that poet, buried in the night,
Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.”
Henry Parrot | “Fatales Poetae”