Wednesday, 5 March 2008

We shall not even know 



We shall not even know that we have met.
Yet meet we shall, and part, and meet again,
Where dead men meet, on lips of living men.

Samuel Butler, Mellonta tauta
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3 comments:

  1. Cretcheu6 March 2008 at 01:24

    on lips of living men:

    that is, through literature...

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  2. Susan Kruse6 March 2008 at 18:33

    Still posting beauty, bless you.

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  3. Roxana7 March 2008 at 20:56

    jpj: but sometimes the lips themselves are lost in silence. "What use are poets in times of need? But
    you'll say they're like holy priests of the wine god, Moving from land to land in the holy night."


    kruse: thank you. I was re-reading Bachelard on earth and clay these past days and thought about you and your beautiful work a lot.

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