Sharing one of my favorite poems since childhood.
By the 12thc warrior poet Xin Qiji 辛棄疾, who was sidelined during peacetime, demoted, drifting through a decade of minor posts in remote lands.
Poetry, then, is that which is left unsaid.
“My, what a cool and lovely autumn.”
@respektor It's from the UK where class is not defined by wealth (although it often correlates). Rather it's defined by culture - social behaviour, posture, dress, use of language, relationships and experiences.
@isisnaucratis @SarahEBond @Wikimedia IIRC Berenices II was blonde, as told in the poem narrated by her hair (which was written during her life.) It's that right?
@museumweirdo .. she passed him a crudely made doll. He heard the following week about the strange disappearance of the cruel carer. He cradled the doll, he alone noticing the slight muffled groans, the way its fixed eyes strained. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."