Amor So many days, oh so many days seeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do I pay? The bloodthirsty spring has awakened in the woods. The foxes start from their earths, the serpents drink the dew, and I go with you in the leaves between the pines and… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver. ― Oscar Wilde, Salomé, (Dover Publications; Unabridged edition, August 14, 2002) Originally published 1891.
Wasn’t I the stripe in a tiger’s eye? The dapple in the flanks of an Appaloosa? In daylight, how could I possibly explain: A heart hunting after a body? — Jenny Johnson, from “Late Bloom,” In Full Velvet. (Sarabande Books, February 14, 2017)