"My verse resembles the bread of Egypt- night passes over it, and you cannot eat it any more. Devour it the moment it is fresh, before the dust settles upon it. Its place is the warm climate of the heart, in this world it dies of cold. Like a fish it quivered for an instant on dry land, another moment and you see it is cold. [] What your drink is really your own imagination; it is no old tale, []."
"My verse resembles the bread of Egypt- night passes over it, and you cannot eat it any more. Devour it the moment it is fresh, before the dust settles upon it. Its place is the warm climate of the heart, in this world it dies of cold. Like a fish it quivered for an instant on dry land, another moment and you see it is cold. [] What your drink is really your own imagination; it is no old tale, []."
MegsHead 3 years ago