EMIL CIORAN In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
LI BAI - “Self-Abandonment”
I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Drunken I rose and walked to the moonlit stream;
The birds were gone, and men also few.
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