So many stones are thrown at me
that I no longer cower,
the turret’s cage is shapely,
high among high towers.
My thanks, to its builders,
may they escape pain and woe,
here, I see suns rise earlier,
here, their last splendours glow.
And often winds from northern seas
fill the windows of my sanctuary,
and a dove eats corn from my palm…
and divinely light and calm,
the Muse’s sunburnt hand’s at play,
finishing my unfinished page.
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- @ClassicBookworm Yes, I am looking forward to Brasil - Mexico tomorrow, as for tonight it will be jetBook! Temperature 35! Have a nice day. 9 hours ago
- @ClassicBookworm I am glad both for you and for Spanish football. They have talent & good policy, obviously. So, you can enjoy for decades! 9 hours ago
- @ClassicBookworm We know that, do we not? Tika-taka will rule football world for centuries. I am glad there is still CL! 9 hours ago
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