Iridescent Love Passion stirs a gossamer curtain falling in soft strokes from a painter's brush while the wind convalesces among the leaves only dashes of color Moved by lingering perfume which drifts upon golden weaves where voices speak in low sweet tones Soul quivers transcending through curling mist bespoke of silence shifting iridescence ...
This is a Dos Passos quote that I got from a video about him in my class tonight Of all the things in the world, goverment is not worth fighting for.
You Ask me for Verses by Jose Rizal You bid me now to strike the lyre, That mute and torn so long has lain: And yet I cannot wake the strain, Nor will the Muse one note inspire! Coldly it shakes in accenta dire, As if my soul itself to wring, And when its sound seems but to fling A jest at its own low lament; So in sad isolation pent, My soul can neither feel nor sing. There was a time-ah, 't is too ...
The Song of the Traveller by Jose Rizal Like to a leaf that is fallen and withered, Tossed by the tempest from pole unto pole ; hus roams the pilgrim abroad without purpose, Roams without love, without country or soul. Following anxiously treacherous fortune, Fortune which e 'en as he grasps at it flees ; Vain though the hopes that his yearning is seeking, Yet does the pilgrim embark on the seas ! Ever ...