out-swelled

Updated: June 4, 2025

This the finest air drinking, With nostrils out-swelled like goblets, Lacking future, lacking remembrances Thus do I sit here, ye Friendly damsels dearly loved, And look at the palm-tree there, How it, to a dance-girl, like, Doth bow and bend and on its haunches bob, One doth it too, when one view'th it long!

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche - Thus Spake Zarathustra : A book for all and none