Longa Poems - Poems about Longa

They nagged him till he'd had enough. His one remaining joy was snuff. Beyond the post that ends his race he has found a better place. This is no time to joke or laugh but to write his epitaph. Art is long but life is short. I lack the time to more report. Short and snappy were his days, short therefore to him my...

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Vida Longa. Hoje em todos os tempos; Sempre as pessoas querem vida longa, sem envelhecimento Muitas pessoas vivem sem envelhecer entram para a vida eterna pelo que fazem e do que faz com as outaras pessoas. Pessoas que de vida longa trabalham muito, às vezes tocam música argumentam a todo instante fazem negócios e produzem cada vez mais....

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Living musicians compose Dead musicians decompose The title is Latin for: 'Art is long; life is short'...

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Ars Longa It finally happened! Someone in the East Wing Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant a la de Kooning. A blond with Vogue patterns is crouched on the hall-- She's eyeing a Van Gogh eyeing her from the wall. We judge from the blushes of blue-rinsed ladies in fur Rude comments were made on the audio tour. The guards commandeer Donatellos for targets and are cleaning their pistols with...

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Poesy requires skill and meter, and a bard of golden heart; or he will tire and teeter. “Ars longa, vita brevis.” A bard must seek inspiration, and write with love and art to create grace with elevation. “Ars longa, vita brevis.” A divine gift from the Nine Muses ...

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Ars est longa, vita brevis. Art is immortal. Art is infinite. Pictograms tell a story, of Man that have past. Terra cotta pots and cuneiforms, Depicts their details of Lives. Paintbrushes and canvases, bring history alive. Statues of stone or metal, Remind us of the legacies, That people left behind. Art is history, And forever it will be, The story of Life as we see it....

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