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  1. APairOfTweets was in tribute to the 2009 Ubud Writers & Readers Fest. The 2010 Festival is 6-10 October. http://www.ubudwritersfestival.com
  2. APairofTweets was an experiment in TweetCasting by water&stone, a digital marketing agency in Bali. Visit them: http://www.waterandstone.com
  3. With great sadness, we come to the end of our TweetCast of The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The 101 verses are done and dusted. It was a joy!
  4. [verse 101b] And in your joyous errand reach the spot Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!
  5. [verse 101a] And when like her, oh Saki, you shall pass Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
  6. [verse 100b] How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
  7. [verse 100a] Yon rising Moon that looks for us again-- How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
  8. [verse 99b] Would not we shatter it to bits--and then Re-mold it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
  9. [verse 99a] Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
  10. [verse 98b] And make the stern Recorder otherwise Enregister, or quite obliterate!
  11. [verse 98a] Would but some winged Angel ere too late Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
  12. 2009 marks the 150th anniversary of Edward Fitzgerald's landmark translation, and the 200th anniversary of Fitzgerald's birth.
  13. [verse 97b] To which the fainting Traveler might spring, As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
  14. [verse 97a] Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
  15. [verse 96b] The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
  16. [verse 96a] Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close!
  17. [verse 95b] I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.
  18. [verse 95a] And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
  19. [verse 94b] And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence apieces tore.
  20. [verse 94a] Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore--but was I sober when I swore?