Ah, fill the Cup! What boots it to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our Feet.
Unborn To-morrow, and dead yesterday
Why fret about them if today be sweet?
'Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam’ (11th century)
translated by Edward FitzGerald (1809-1883)
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Ah, fill the Cup! What boots it to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our Feet.
Unborn To-morrow, and dead yesterday
Why fret about them if today be sweet?
'Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam’ (11th century)
translated by Edward FitzGerald (1809-1883)
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5 comments:
straight from your camera to our front door. so prettty, I always look at photos first then read. i had to stare a minute to find the boots on the table. all i saw at first glance were the flowers, then the china. beautiful
Hooray - signs of spring! I am ready to boot my boots anywhere but on my feet. Filling them with flowers is a grand idea.
A very interesting arrangement, and a great capture.
LOVE,LOVE, LOVE!!!!!! The poem, I adore it, and that boot vase you found, it is all exactly fitting together and perfect!!!!! Both of your posts for today have totally astounded me! Now I need to do something with my blog, I am stuck in a rut, I'm thinking, after seeing these today!
Cute. How interesting that someone thought of time as fleeting even so many centuries ago when life (at least to us) would have seemed much slower.
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