“How senseless is the sordid love of gain;
Blind to all else the mind that's set on profit.”
Diphilus Athenian poet of New Comedy
Fragment 13
Fabulae Incertae
Reuven Malter when thinking about the death of Pres. Roosevelt
The Chosen (1967)
“How senseless is the sordid love of gain;
Blind to all else the mind that's set on profit.”
Diphilus Athenian poet of New Comedy
Fragment 13
Fabulae Incertae
“I feel in my sinews
The spreading of shadows
Converging together
With a shiver”
Stéphane Mallarmé (1842–1898) French Symbolist poet
Hérodiade.
Hérodiade (1898)
Context: I feel in my sinews
The spreading of shadows
Converging together
With a shiver
And in solitary vigil
After flights triumphal
My head rise
From this scythe
Through a clean rupture
That serves to dissever
The ancient disharmony
With the body
As drunk from fasting
It persists in following
With a haggard bound
Its gaze profound
Up where the frozen
Absolute has chosen
That nothing shall measure
Its vastness, O glacier
But according to a ritual
Illumined by the principle
That chose my consecration
It extends a salutation.
Paulo Coelho book By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Source: By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
“I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us…”
Mary Oliver (1935–2019) American writer
Source: New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2