An aged man is but a paltry thing,/
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless/
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing/
For every tatter in its mortal dress,/
Nor is there singing school but studying/
Monuments of its own magnificence.
Friday, October 22, 2010
MORE ILLUMINATION
Here it is, then - what I have been doing while I have not been blogging for some time. Some improvement, technically. I think the calligraphy requires a good deal of practice, though.
