Fading Embers

Percy Bysshe Shelley lamented that the words of a poet are like fading embers, unable to capture the true fire of inspiration. It may be true that art reflects life, but reflections are just that -- a copy, a reflection, not the true and actual substance. Free Web Counters
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What I'm Reading These Days

  • Khaled Hosseini: A Thousand Splendid Suns

    Khaled Hosseini: A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • Frederick Douglass: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

    Frederick Douglass: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

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    John Green: Looking for Alaska

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