Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
and I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slowThe most beautiful part of your bodyis where it’s headed. — Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong,” The New Yorker; Poems. May 4, 2015 Issue.
The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved. ― Théophile Gautier, Mademoiselle de Maupin. (Penguin Books July 25th 2006) Originally published 1835)