#rubiyat

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Paul (Pavel Ivanov) Mak (1891-1967), ‘Up From Earth’s Centre..’, 1925

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“Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many Knots unravel’d by the Road; But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate”

-Quatrain XXXI, from “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám”

[Guillaume Gris]

[atheostic]

"Yet if the soul should with the body die, A flame that flickers when the oil runs dry, Still but the heart that drives the strange machine— And what remains of this you once called "I"?"

Omar Khayyam, Rubiyat

[bite-out-of-my-spine]

excerpt taken from below:

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[unknown-companion-poems]

What dignity does our Fourth Doctor hold!

At seven hundred and fifty years old

With Gothic grin and striped, majestic scarf

He stands against all cruelty and cold.

[truthviamusic]

ceiling of the tomb of omar khayyam, nishapur, iran

one of my favorite poets, khayyam was a persian polymath from the 12th century. his philosophies, including a quasi-hedonistic inclination to embrace the present for all of its infinite worth, were centuries ahead of their time. 

credit to dynamosquito