Leda

Um cisne, um homem
Leda
Um deus, um rei
Leda

(de nada servem as altas muralhas contra quem vem dos céus...)

The Last Post

By Robert Graves

1895.7.24-1985.12.7

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The bugler sent a call of high romance--
"Lights out! Lights out!" to the deserted square.
On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer,
"God, if it's this for me next time in France ...
O spare the phantom bugle as I lie
Dead in the gas and smoke and roar of guns,
Dead in a row with the other broken ones
Lying so stiff and still under the sky,
Jolly young Fusiliers too good to die."

Lavender pathfinder

Jackson Pollock, Number 1, 1950 (Lavender Mist),1950, National Gallery of Art

Playing a game

We start…and start over again :

Starting and restarting,

It sounds like a pointless game

but it’s one about roads, maps and paths…

ways of getting to places, ways of getting there.

There playing a game