Once we've learned enough about the universe we will admit to ourselves that we will never know everything.
Jack KirbyStichwörter: jack-kirby
The little poets sing of little things:
Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;
Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,
And modest flowers waving in the sun.
The mighty poets write in blood and tears
And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.
They reach their mad blind hands into the night,
To plumb abysses dead to human sight;
To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,
Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world.
MUSINGS
[click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]
Stichwörter: poets monsters nightmare jack-kirby
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