On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife, Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life, It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
This is one of Rorty's favorites.
October 29, 2023
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife, Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life, It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
This is one of Rorty's favorites.