Parading

Be patient with whatever comes.

This could be our last winter, it could be many
This could be our last winter, it could be many
This could be our last winter, it could be many
More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks:
More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks:
Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines
Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines
And forget about hope. Time goes running, even
And forget about hope. Time goes running, even
As we talk. Take the present, the future’s no one’s affair. —Horace, translated by Burton Raffel
As we talk. Take the present, the future’s no one’s affair.
—Horace, translated by Burton Raffel

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