Owls Under the dark yews which shade them, The owls are perched in rows, Like so many strange gods, Darting their red eyes. They meditate. Without budging they will remain Till that melancholy hour When, pushing back the slanting sun, Darkness will take up its abode. Their attitude teaches the wise That in this world one must fear Movement and commotion; Man, enraptured by a passing shadow, Forever bears the punishment Of having tried to change his place. Poem by Charles Baudelaire
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 12:54:56 +0000
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