Some poems, some songs, some voices, some walks should never, never end. And they never will.
A calm and elegance away from
To walk with a springy step along streets,
feeling young and loved
In a world where things are done
and valued
Lee Harwood, from 'Winter Journey', Collected Poems (Exeter: Shearsman Books, 2004), p. 368.
When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
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