The Pride of Venice

What light through yonder window breaks? The artifice of all that’s fake. An understated memory of love gone bad; The window now shuttered and ivy clad. Wherefore art thou young cavalier, That you should rent such grief from here? Fair Romieta; young Julio wandering woods so dark and strange, In search of freedoms not yet […]

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Yāska – Of Wise Men

“You have my full attention. The river of knowledge runs Wide and deep. Words mingle In amongst the fishes; scaling Depths that know no shiver Of doubt or remorse. Winged Syllables fill the air with resonant Compulsion; to breathe forth Lamenting changes in the blossoms Of the trees. Cranes digest nouns, And phrases are borne […]

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