Hoàng-Ân
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THE PRIZE OF THAT
FIRST AND LAST BREATH
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Burn! Burn! Burn!
The dark soul with the fireball of knowledge.
Rage! Rage! Rage!
Against ignorance and the chance of changing into a set mind.
Rise! Rise! Rise!
Against the absolute structure of expectation
To sooth the common pain of the rejected.
Love! Love! Love!
That last breath into the vindication
for the meaning of a fulfilled state
in that giving of the last exhale.
(Monday: 14/05/2007)
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
