انجمن شاعران مرده.

“Fallen angel.” Alexandre Cabanel 1847.

If I was a song، I would be.

“از دیدگاه افلاطونی تو بخوایم نگاه کنیم..”

بنده و آوا در دنیایی دیگر بهرام بیضایی و آلبرت کامو هستیم.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown; A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there.

Dirge-Shakespeare.

O Captain, My Captain.

The Greeks had socrates. Y’all have me.