Poems, Quotes, Analects, Proverbs

From Parabola:

Photograph: Brassaï “Avenue de l’Observatoire,” Paris 14e, circa 1932-1934.






Beauty is momentary in the mind —

The fitful tracing of a portal;

But in the flesh it is immortal.



The body dies; the body’s beauty lives.

So evenings die, in their green going,

A wave, interminably flowing.



— Wallace Stevens