Daily Painting
Oskar Bergman
SNOWFALL OVER SKÄRGÅRD (1962)
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
MING HAORAN
"Memories of Early Winter"
The leaves are falling, the wild geese flying south
The water is cold here, the wind from the North.
I remember my home, where the Xiang River bends
Hidden by the clouds of Chu.
I weep for my village, ’til my tears are spent
I spy a lonely sail that stares at the sky
Indulge me, where is the delta ferry?
The lake is peaceful and boundless.