
“And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.”
Source: The Temptation of St. Antony
Lleuad las gron gwmpas graen,
Llawn o hud, llun ehedfaen;
Hadlyd liw, hudol o dlws,
Hudolion a'i hadeilws;
Breuddwyd o'r modd ebrwydda',
Bradwr oer a brawd i'r ia.
Ffalstaf, gwir ddifwynaf gwas,
Fflam fo'r drych mingam meingas!
"Y Drych" (The Mirror), line 25; translation from Carl Lofmark Bards and Heroes (Felinfach: Llanerch, 1989) p. 96.
Lleuad las gron gwmpas graen,<br/>Llawn o hud, llun ehedfaen;<br/>Hadlyd liw, hudol o dlws,<br/>Hudolion a'i hadeilws;<br/>Breuddwyd o'r modd ebrwydda',<br/>Bradwr oer a brawd i'r ia.<br/>Ffalstaf, gwir ddifwynaf gwas,<br/>Fflam fo'r drych mingam meingas!
“And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.”
Source: The Temptation of St. Antony
“James Farley. Huge. Cold as a bishop. The hell he would consign you to was cold as ice.”
Superman Comes to the Supermarket (1960)
The She-Ancient, in Pt. V
Source: 1920s, Back to Methuselah (1921)
Context: Art is the magic mirror you make to reflect your invisible dreams in visible pictures. You use a glass mirror to see your face: you use works of art to see your soul. But we who are older use neither glass mirrors nor works of art. We have a direct sense of life. When you gain that you will put aside your mirrors and statues, your toys and your dolls.
“Rumor, swiftest of all the evils in the world.”
Fama, malum qua non aliud velocius ullum.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book IV, Line 174 (tr. Robert Fagles)
"Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni" (1802)
Nacht faltet zitternde Hände über der müden Welt. Aus blassem Blau steigt leuchtend der Mond. Meine Gedanken fliegen wie einsame Schwäne in die Sterne.
Michael: a German fate in diary notes (1926)