You will go we will go joined by the waters of time. No other one will travel the shadow with me, only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.
I don't know this poem/invitation.Did you write it? It sounds like Neruda. But the voice is surely a woman's.
These lines is from Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None by Friedrich Nietzsche.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,/Nor what soft incense hangs about the boughs,/But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet/Wherewith the seasonable month endows/The grass, the thicket and the fruit-tree wild...Ode to a Nightingale
I don't know this poem/invitation.
ReplyDeleteDid you write it? It sounds like Neruda. But the voice is surely a woman's.
These lines is from Thus Spoke Zarathustra: A Book for All and None by Friedrich Nietzsche.
DeleteI cannot see what flowers are at my feet,/Nor what soft incense hangs about the boughs,/But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet/Wherewith the seasonable month endows/The grass, the thicket and the fruit-tree wild...
DeleteOde to a Nightingale