Monday, August 22, 2011

Poesia Pirouette

"Some say existence like a Pirouot
And Pirouette, forever in one place,
Stands still and dances, but it runs away;
It seriously, sadly, runs away
To fill the abyss's void with emptiness."
Robert Frost (1874–1963), U.S. poet. West-running Brook (l. 50–54). . .


bird feeder