The Tyger A Poem by William Blake www.poetryfoundation.org Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? It's a Magical World
The Characteristics of Kogin An Essay from The Beauty of Everyday Things by Yanagi Sōetsu This is how time is forgottenThere is no kogin that can be called poor
This is how time is forgotten This is how time is forgotten; this is how work absorbs the hours and days. timeeuphony