landor-to-poets

January 30, 2025

Patience! coy singers of the Delphic wood,
The brightest sun tempts forth the viper brood;
And, of all insects buds and blooms enclose,
The one that stinks the most infests the rose.

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“In reality my religion is probably only a form of psychological aberration with a tendency towards mysticism: there is a very particular psychological factor involved — my way of seeing the world, which is perhaps too respectful, too reverential, too childlike: I see everything in the world, objects as well as people and nature with a certain veneration, but this is to do with my character, not with my education and upbringing.”

Pier Paolo Pasolini

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