Alessandro

“This is life's sorrow:
That one can be happy only where two are;
And that our hearts are drawn to stars
Which want us not.”
― Edgar Lee Masters, Spoon River Anthology

“I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

“I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot

“Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land