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Skull and Crossbones
The ages haunt the bookworm brain
With letters in a torrent blast
No concentration might sustain
Into a resurrected past;
No measure of nostalgia dust
To which some water we might add
Like magically reversing rust
For glory once more to be had
Among all sorts of ancient things
That once upon a time were grand
Where now only ruination sings
To cover pride in heaping sand...
Taming ambition's eager dare
Into extinction's stale air.
With letters in a torrent blast
No concentration might sustain
Into a resurrected past;
No measure of nostalgia dust
To which some water we might add
Like magically reversing rust
For glory once more to be had
Among all sorts of ancient things
That once upon a time were grand
Where now only ruination sings
To cover pride in heaping sand...
Taming ambition's eager dare
Into extinction's stale air.
Published 19th May 2022
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20th May 2022 8:44am
Literature may make you yearn for different ambience and historical ages. For example, I have this nostalgia or the 80's and for very ancient times, thousands of years before Christ. Also, the effect of reading that arises from the mere touch and breath of the book. And also, sometimes a soul craves the same achievement that the book carries.
I like this: "No measure of nostalgia dust
To which some water we might add"
It is very originally said.
I like this: "No measure of nostalgia dust
To which some water we might add"
It is very originally said.
20th May 2022 10:51am
The finest minds of antiquity still speak to us through the books they left behind, as if they were a time traveling ghost. Of course, who knows how much has been lost?
