October 12, 2024


I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possesed

Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
Reiterates some worn out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Are these ideas right or wrong?


T. S.  ELIOT
"Potrait of a Lady"

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