"I am lord of my own realm,
Which is quite small and very poor.
I am an artist!
An artist of the purest kind.
A poet with no poems,
A painter with no paintings...
A musician with no notes.
I scorn the completed work of art,
The banal result of vulgar efforts.
My life is my work,
And it is devoted to my love for you!"
Literature bits, most from somewhere, some original.
March 4, 2008
Through A Glass Darkly
Posted by Dhaval Momaya at 8:19 PM
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