Tonight, as we step by forced march into the future, and the present inexorably glides away into the past, I am reminded of this poem by Charles Baudelaire, here recited so well in English by the young Dean Stockwell:
French original and English translation here, if you want to read it.
I think also of Keats's Ode to a Nightingale, which you can listen to here, read by the wonderful Robert Donat.
Have a good one, fellas.
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| Tempus Fugit by Henry Stacy Marks |
2 comments:
May the God you know bless you this coming year. Happy New Year.
Hugs
Ray
Same to ya Ray, have a good day and a good year.
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