A Shadow of His Former Selfby
raishComment by raish: Listen again. One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazán, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay Population round in Rows.
And, strange to tell, among the Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more impatient cried --
'Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?'
(Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám)
I had intended to sit more still, but the cat disturbed me. I sort of chose the shot for the smile he brought forth.
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