__From Milton's Masque 'Comus,' circa 1634, a few of the early lines that seem to fit today's life__ as I had read them:
"Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
-Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care,
-Confined and pestered in this pinfold here,
-Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being,
-Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives,"
virtue sought
we frail beings...
a breath
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
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9 comments:
Isn't it remarkable that the more things change, the more they stay the same?
Lovely haiku, Magyar.
well caught M
john
He'd be honoured dear Doug, you have a way...
They fit indeed!
I love your haiku.
Have a great weekend:)
I don't think we've learned much, do you?
A great haiku, Magyar...
"Heaven itself would stoop to her."
__Sincerly I thank you all, my friends!
_m
In each breath lies a new beginning - how sad we let so many get away on us. Love this Magyar.
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