finelythreadedsky:Homer, Iliad VI: why do you ask of my race? like the race of leaves, such is that
finelythreadedsky:Homer, Iliad VI: why do you ask of my race? like the race of leaves, such is that of men. the wind lets fall leaves to the ground, then the forest blooms and grows and springtime comes. such is the race of men, in its beginnings and in its ends.Alice Oswald, Memorial: An Excavation of the Iliad (2011)Vergil, Aeneid VI: young men put on their pyres by their own parents: much like leaves fall in the forest, stricken by autumn’s first frost -- source link
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