miercuri, 29 iulie 2009

a still afternoon

"I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed the human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew

The Mask of Anarchy, Percy Bysshe Shelley

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