December, herald of destruction, takes you on a long stroll through the black torsos of trees and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,as if to say, so much then for your secrets and your treasures, the fervent trill of small birds,the promises of summer months.
Our life is ordinary, I read in a crumpled paper abandoned on a bench. Our life is ordinary, the philosophers told me.Adam Zagajewski
Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolve. Let the radiant thought last in stillness though the page is almost filled and the flame flickers. We haven't risen yet to the level of ourselves.Adam Zagajewski