Monday, November 24, 2008


Stockholm today. Hence the submarine.
"His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness - to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as threshold brook.
He has his Winter too pale misfeature,
Or else he would forget his mortal nature."
(John Keats - "
The Human Seasons")

1 comment:

spanne said...

God, I love Keats