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.
|Tempus Fugit by Henry Stacy Marks|