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Fleur de Poussière

The threshold to the seance parlour has not been crossed for many moons. The air is intoxicating, filled with the scent of a myriad of fainted roses, rich draperies staggered by the dust of time and the resinous memory of incense long gone. Reminding you of times that you could not possibly have known and, […]

Pulvis et umbra sumus

Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 –

Your ever true

Dearest, deeply loved Victoria, According to your wish, and by the urging of my heart to talk to you and open my heart to you, I send these lines […] I need not tell you that since we left, all my thoughts have been with you at Windsor, and that your image fills my whole […]

She recited curses and spoke magic words

Circe, daughter of the Sun, recited curses and spoke magic words, worshipping unknown gods, with unknown incantations, by which she used to dim the face of the bright moon, and veil her father’s orb, with moisture-loving cloud. – Ovid (translation A.S. Kline) – Metamorphoses –

Préludes

This Chopin is an angel. His goodness, his tenderness and his patience sometimes make me anxious; I feel that he is too fine, too exquisite, too perfect to live long in this crude and heavy earthly world. He wrote in Majorca, being sick to death, a music that smelled strongly of heaven but I am […]

La couronne effeuillée II

J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la douleur. J’irai, j’irai lui dire, au moins avec mes larmes : “Regardez, j’ai souffert … ” il me regardera, Et sous mes jours changés, […]

La couronne effeuillée I

J’irai, j’irai porter ma couronne effeuillée Au jardin de mon père où revit toute fleur ; J’y répandrai longtemps mon âme agenouillée : Mon père a des secrets pour vaincre la douleur. J’irai, j’irai lui dire, au moins avec mes larmes : “Regardez, j’ai souffert … ” il me regardera, Et sous mes jours changés, […]

La poussière du jour et la cendre de l’heure

The dust of the hour and the ash of the day Fall down onto our hearts like a bitter rain, As in the fleeting day and ephemeral hour How much love and hope have they put into it! The dust of the day and the ash of the hour Contain our sighs, our wishes and our songs; Every […]

The one that never thought of me

“What business had I to think of one that never thought of me?” – Anne Brontë – Agnes Grey –

Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies […] – Lord Byron – She walks in Beauty –

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