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10 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. My favorite is:

    We are no other than a moving row
    Of magic shadow-shapes that come and go
    round with this sun-illuminat’d lantern held
    In midnight by the Master of the Show

    This is attributed to Omar Khayyam in Rubaiyat.

    Musings That Amuse


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