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Taiga?s True Views: The Language of Landscape Painting in Eighteenth-Century Japan by Melinda Takeuchi (1994-06-01)
The History of England, Vol 2
The History of Scepticism: From Savonarola to Bayle
Cicero: On Moral Ends (Cambridge Texts in the History of Philosophy)
Das Goldene Vlies: Dramatisches Gedicht in Drei Abteilungen
Euripides IV: Rhesus / The Suppliant Women / Orestes / Iphigenia in Aulis
Notes from Underground & The Double
The World of Thought in Ancient China
The Last Generation of the Roman Republic
The Legend of Gold and Other Stories
A Poem From Mark Strand
The End
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
(From The Continuous Life)
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