"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
“I saw a ship a-sinking, a-sinking, a-sinking,
With glittering sea-water splashing on her decks,
With seamen in her spirit-room singing songs and drinking,
Pulling claret bottles down, and knocking off the necks,
The broken glass was chinking as she sank among the wrecks.”
(J. Masefield in I saw a ship)
Angleur (B)
"Days of joy, how have ye fled? Joy immortal, are ye dead? Is there nothing that can hold you? Can my limp arms not enfold you? Days of floating on the stream, Softly lapped as in a dream, With the white clouds swimming slowly In an ether pure and holy!" (A. Schaffer in A summer vacation) Wandre (B)
